Tag Archives: Min K. Kang

math class

I write the word “parallel” on the board.             For the first time I notice a pair of parallel lines             within the word itself. So thin, so straight, so narrow,             so never. I declare into the squirming room that these lines … Continue reading

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pyromancy

A friend’s stonelike Doberman pinscher suffered a false pregnancy last winter. She mourned by nursing her chew toys in place of her pups. With her nose, she neatened them between the fireplace and her lax belly. She lined them so … Continue reading

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figure drawing class

A woman lies on the still life table, resting on stale muslin. She has practiced staying still before— on the oversized couch at home, making love to an old boyfriend. The students start with her shoulders, dimpled and pillowy. She … Continue reading

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monologue for a farm oyster

if I’ve been good             the workers reward me. they pluck the pearl, which hurts but relieves me in the same breath. what follows is another implantation, another intrusion that I must soothe                         with lullabies. I dream of the free oyster … Continue reading

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