In the middle of six glasses of beer
is the flicker of a bad Virginia Woolf remake.
Your hands, always anchored to piano keys,
set the screen in motion. They were dancing.
We started in a dark room. I thought maybe
both of us couldn’t fit. Orlando wakes up on the TV.
Ayearago intheglimmer ofanotherroom
layourshadow onthefloor. thehallway
floodedlightin sowelet abriefmoment
enterustoo withoutthescreen playing
musicinthis island-club’s karaokeroom
Your hand blocked my head from beating
staccato on the wall. I miss your sounds.
I loved your impulse as much as I loved you.
* Korean word for “room”