Seoul Metro: Outsider

An ajumma, in the subway seats
reserved for
women of her age, eats

with bare hands
a persimmon, overripe, deep

orange & dripping like a dying sun.

She cups and seems to drink it
like a prisoner drinks
water, face & hands shiny with pulp.

All the while she stares at me—
as all Koreans did—with a look

too subtle for an American,

unless he had studied
their language,
knew the eyes’ narrowing, as

she branded me



Date created 22 Mar 2011
Date modified
Journal ReFryed Press (Jul 2012)