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To know you never named me is to know

why I must name my life away in words, in waiting.

I went to the library, one day, and traced a peninsula,

Korea, into my sketch book.

I wonder if, later, you ever picked a name for me

while doing household chores,

hanging clothes along the Han River shore, or maybe

walking home from the port

with a bag full of fish, and soap

to wash your hands of burying my name in dirt.