A rabbit child concealment, I poked the embers,
scraped my forehead on the bricks. Brown mole on her
adoptive neck, gold tiger, a blue mole on my hand

could not be scrubbed off, a damp alchemy of strange
phenomena from several lifetimes. Saju (사주)
corresponds with fate. I played a minor role in a saga

with an all-white cast. My birth mother assumably
was a water rabbit. In a playroom, glimpsing a paper
window, my apostrophe—I taught myself how

to hold a pencil, a brush of bristles in the gloam.
 

—Bo Hee Moon

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