“My Thoughts” & “Things We Love Too Much:” by Sean Cho A.

My Thoughts

                            are weak: needing an image
to emerge. But every day the same sugared flakes
fall into a ceramic bowl and a bird i don’t know
finds insect treasures on the soft of the morning
ground. Last night over the phone you said
I’m coming home soon but in the dream cardinals
called the winter-bare branches home too. Now,
there’s so many things i wish i could want: the return
of prayer or the return of you. i read somewhere
that stranded mountain climbers strip themselves bare
in the mind’s last effort to trick the body to mistake
freezing for a fever: a white flag to suffering.

Things We Love Too Much:

dogs. Or if I was a dog
I would think: smells
or food or the man

who brings me food.
I wouldn’t think of love
at all. Wouldn’t know

what that means. All I
have is the return of needs.
I grew up as you grew

old. And for a long time
I needed you, and you
were hungry again,

and again. Now you’re on the couch
and I’m on the couch holding
your head up and feeding

you blended roasted chicken
on a spoon. Later we’ll both
get tired and need sleep too.

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