By Desmond Kon
fuck this shit, I’m gone –
with that, buick and trophies
left too, lights intact
call me in donghae
make it matter, you said cold
to the touch, gold chains
downloads, games, sadness
both fridges stocked for three weeks
marker stains, whiteboard
contact me there, you
make it matter, you wrote, cold
to the touch, gold chains
Clutching at Straws 