Self-Portrait in Technicolor

Here is me plugging all my holes.
Is me smoking salt images
saying i’ll take the capers on the side.

On examining the quotidian,
(the lives I do not keep)
the ominous augury my mother

has never given me: I want to be the child
of a stone bone dinner.
Not often feeling pellucid or tame.

So, unrival me gently now. Like the break of skin
to skin, to make me feel
that I am an animal that cannot be fed.


Katy Kim is a student. Her work is forthcoming or published in Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Hermeneutic Chaos, Cleaver, The Blueshift Journal, Reality Beach, the Asian American Writers’ Workshop, and has been featured on Verse Daily, among others.