Hotel with a tennis court and infrared sauna

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