Saehee Cho
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Mother, Father, Sister

Mother,
Your love, it sways

Father,
A time when love was kind of insect-like mimicry.

one.
one.
two.
one.

Sister,

You point to a time, like a fly on the wall, saying this is when a light went out in me. I look in that direction and see hot absence, a pink flare.

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poetry, 2017

YES FEMMES, ISSUE ONE

editor: Sam Cohen

 

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pillow talk

one.

A barely sagged face, the bud of fatigue.
And also beauty, clean and silver skinned, a cut.

two.

She can admit with ease that she is a believer in signs, in the quantifiable impossibility of coincidence.

She can admit with ease, her delight that coincidence has favored their reunion.
They are filled with brevity, drunk with the thrill of impermanence

 


poetry, 2013

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RECAPS

editor: Martabel Wasserman

 

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URUSHIOL + JESA

A thin horse painted white and shaking
on long stretches of pulled rock

I imagine fingering its ghost leg
wanting to feel its time

 

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poetry, 2018

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THE JOURNAL PETRA

editor: Olivia Cronk and Philip Sorenson

 

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PHOTO CREDIT

 
 

PHOTOGRAPHER: STELLA BERKOFSKY (#1, #3)

                         JEANA SOHN (#2)

STYLIST: MAR PEIDRO / SAEHEE CHO