IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE
I.
please rest assured, I’m in the middle of a day
I smoked a lot of fresh air this morning
I want to brush myself up in spring
And it looks like it’s going to take a little bit of a little bit
of a little bit of a little bit of a little bit
of a little bit of a little bit
of a little bit
of a little bit
I want to swim with this weather
only I can do it
II.
My head is cheating on me
And I don’t have memory at all
All the Mondays in the world
Couldn’t pull me out of it
Straightening my tie
I wonder what I have to be so formal for
It’s Saturday night
And I’ve been slowly and quietly taking notes
Every day is full of head
In the rain in the hour
I smelled a tree that smelled like the new year
And feeling all this cute stress
I couldn’t stop
Applying to the thing
Then the other thing in my email
And laughing in the middle
In the middle of the middle of the middle
I saw it was night
My heart so still and quivering
Like a houseplant
III.
This year silk clothes are my bloom
I did my makeup with a polite finish
Then I waited for your call
What are you in your ideal?
Take off your mask I already know who you are
My pink velvet shrimp colored blazer
From Vienna hanging
Like a woman in a suit
Dense and nothing, like memories
I want to take care of the comfortable things
I got my arms done
the feeling of shaking is so cute
The blood style is better
Both heart and body will be fine
Feeling up in the morning
Like a tulip
I turn to you
III.
I’m a heaven
Today is my favorite Monday
And if only it was
I’d be happy like an idiot
Even if it’s not work or work
It’s quiet to think of the idea of the the
And it’s not on the desk
In the past year
Friends and friends of friends
I’ve never met you anyway
And I’ve never met you in the middle of the day
And I’ve been in the middle of a long time
Since I’ve been in the middle of a long time
Since I’ve been in the middle of it’s too sad
I want to go to the season too
IV.
I was taking a walk earlier
And I thought it was thin, thick, tall, low, etc.
I love the fresh smell of rain!
And the plants are also scared
And the light is reflecting and the road
Is dark and beautiful
But why did I stay in my heart
I would like to have a good time with the air
And I’m going to have a good time with the air
And I’m going to
It’s still a preparation phase
But I would like to share the process
And I’m going to touch a lot of things
Christine Kwon lives in New Orleans, her favorite American city. She graduated from Yale and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. You can find more of her poetry on her Instagram, @theschooloflonging. She is thrilled to appear in some form in New Zealand. Her work in this issue is inspired by @violapolt and @seina4444 Instagram captions translated into English.