Shopping for a Plant That Will Actually Grow

June Son

On my eighteenth birthday or sometime

around then I spilt bile and lime juice and all the water

in the oceans probably weighs

nothing to a man who knows which

rope to pull. What light meant

and who decided its definition is

misty the night you stared at the decaf

like it was going to talk you out of it.

Somebody’s nephew and ideal

handholder and flushed ion looking

to pair infinitely, again and twice

or three times pored over kind

partings like bible study. I enjoy

tea steeped repeatedly until it’s

clear. That way you know what you’re

getting. Therefore I enjoy feeding

it to my guests. My coat was

brown. It never kept me warm.

Formerly a resident of Vancouver Island/a student at Tufts, June Son was drafted to the South Korean Army last year. He now serves as a gunner of a K1E1 main battle tank for the armored reconnaissance battalion of the Eighth Mechanized Infantry Division (just a half hour tank ride, a decent afternoon walk away from the North Korean border). His work recently appeared on Thimble Literary Magazine.