I was born from a Fendi egg.
It was raining into the river, crystal into black.
In the canopies stars hung like jewels.
I could hear your ringtone from the other room.
The factory went boom, we all heard it, but they kept it secret.
My husband told me I was like Jesus.
When I’m eating ice cream he says I look like Buddha.
Father held up a sign: Help me.
I looked away, I passed him.
The problem was in my head
like a caged bird. I feel bad for anyone though
who doesn’t know this is a hotel.
Christine Kwon lives in New Orleans. Her first book is A Ribbon the Most Perfect Blue (Southeast Missouri State University Press, 2023). WEB
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