ryan quinn flanagan | seoul searching

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

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