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.

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