on li-young lee
[.when i was her but not me.]
the first one is there to make you want another
when i found him
i knew i had found my idol, my mirror from where i might view and draw hope
like a portrait of a dead mother.
like a portrait of a dead father.
if there is never quiet
then there is only noise
if there is only quiet, then the noise is always music
we live in between contrasts, needing one to see the another.