Seoul Searching
She closes her eyes
and spins the globe.
Her finger lands somewhere
in Africa.
Again!, I say
She spins the world wildly
off its axis
like a giggling cosmic child-god
at play.
Chasing it on all fours
as it rolls across the floor.
Dammit, Brazil!,
she laughs
Seoul is hard to find, I say,
chewing lemon candy from the neck
of a Star Wars pez dispenser.
Snowed in three days
we make our own fun.
I am a fascist
I am a muralist
I am a feminist
I make a statement…
Burning her favourite bra
while she’s in the
bathroom.