SPEAKING OF LOVE POEMS

i liked

the form

i took

not mine

but perfect

in virtual

reality

touch

existed

mid bloom

pink petals

fell off

existed

wasn’t it

perfect to

know every

gesture

gestured in

the world

earlier you

looked good

spread across

my screen

i wasn’t

afraid to

look down

IN ONE SMALL ROOM WITH NO LIGHT

i’m worried

every image

will break

from what

i want

to see

euphoria

of offline

passing

my soho

tears

fall again

MY DYING DEVICE FIT EVERY CLOUD

up there touched by

an angel my dying

device fit every

cloud wet with

impressions of

purity

devastation

thinking of

first love

hovering over

golf courses i

felt rich inside

pollution so

close to every

wish i ever

had

Jeesoo Lee lives in Brooklyn, makes things with her friends at YAP, and edits Shitwonder.