Estate Sales & Entropy

 I am a simple girl:

i am at mercy of things imposed to me,

i wish to be an evenly lit candlestick,

i yearn for votives in the moonlight,

i live in boxes above and below,

i know earthly life is but a moment,

i am banal of the inevitable,

i spit in broken translations of Korean,

i despise my mother for her capabilities,

i dwell in queue of prior existence,

i sit in fear of prior existence.

It is June and I am tired of being afraid,

I am tired of being afraid of the inherent pain to start again

    for I also know the inherent joy to start again