The
Search Again
“Even
honey /tastes like medicine
when it’s medicine”
from Korean figures, trans.
W. S. Merwin
Is nostalgia love, a
kind of love?
Something keeps me
searching for
a face I knew slightly
when younger.
I see its glow in the
forest. Let’s say
the forest represents
my mental confusion.
Let’s say that face
is all I need.
Let’s say I get what
I deserve, a hell.