The Trans-Siberian railroad ends right before
the credits roll. Everyone is secretly happy
separated by the DMZ, which does not stand
I paid a dollar to spot North Korea
"If you turn the telescope 60 degrees to the right,
"Mom, is the black bacteria crawling
The funny thing is North Korean alcohol tastes
I sent my family a bottle. Via skype, my sisters tell me
or ends. What's the difference between being 200 or 2,000
In ten minutes I'll wonder why I'm sleeping underneath
that spins counterclockwise. Or why I want time
the Trans-Siberian railroad, but learned enough
North Korean leaders now smuggle Big Macs from China.
from Pyongyang to Seoul would have ended
not heard pickaxes crushing the world beneath him.
Comedy smogs tragedy.
Misplaced magnets compose the world but they don't
to slap humanity in the face, dislocates its arm,
Two years ago, I taught English to elementary school students in South Korea. I lived in Gwangju, which is about a four hour bus ride to Seoul. I had always wanted to visit the DMZ and had never found a free weekend. On one of my last weekends in Korea, my friends and I finally booked a tour. I know I shouldn't have been surprised, but the tour was so commercialized. Like there are these huge twenty foot letters D M Z meant for smiling tourists take pictures in front of. You could buy North Korean alcohol. There were telescopes you could pay a dollar to peer through to see into North Korea. We did all of it. We had fun. None of it seemed real, the emotions suppressed like the hundreds of unseen mines hiding in the fields that continue to separate the north from the south.