“No water now is sweet enough to slake this ghostly thirst.”
- Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello, “Song of Thirst: Six Sijo”
☰ | 건
Dear father, there are many ways to say I love you. I carry
your silence like a gwishin, wandering ghost without
a home. The air is crisp. I don’t believe in heaven anymore.
☷ | 곤
I am the winter daughter, dark-eyed and silver-haired, conceived
in the hull of a sunken ship. I am the moon rabbit sailing
across the sky in a little white boat with a cinnamon tree.
☵ | 감
My son was born under the Aries sun. Cardinal fire,
curved ram horn alight and taking aim. He teaches me to
be a soft pillow to land on. He shows me how to be brave.
☲ | 리
The summer I became an eomeoni I drank so much water.
Filled my body like it was a thirsty seed aching to burst. Where
does the earth end and I begin? My leaves turn toward the light.
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