An Adopted Korean Girl Reads “The Journey” to Her Dead Birth Mother

Before

dawn, I

began,

all but

missing

us. Who

else is

awake?

Past a

Cadillac,

I turned

down a

dead end

with an

estate for

sale, too

late—there

were no

horses nor

was it

moonless.

Only

burning

red, the

red of

your

sweet

small

body—my

body.