I watched a bubble
release, as though through
a small oval,

into
two

bubbles
that could split

into threes,
bluefin float, bending shadow. Other languages
morphed into
dewberry-
sour-

bubble-like futures—the spun,
blown glass. I thought
about being in Seoul this summer,

my documents
my strange starting points—the mugginess.

Absent from documents was her—
forms as in her name, height,

parents, siblings, address, death.
In the notes, I held a bottle

with two hands. I sucked
on my fingers. My eyes followed

objects on all planes. 
 

—Bo Hee Moon

Note: This poem reflects on Floating World: A.A.Murakami, which according to the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, features “immense bubble-like clouds that gracefully float and dissolve into mist” and includes the phrase “bubble-like.”

The playlist offered by the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston for Floating World: A.A.Murakami includes “Bluefin” by K-Lone. The poem includes the word “bluefin.”

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