Existential Wishing

Oh, to dilly-dally, to loiter
daily by the Dalí: Salvador
or Lama, (even Hello!)
would be a life of time
unwasted, well-spent,
but bettered by consumption
of a foaming mug of Ein,
observing a circling, soaring,
royal Hawk. And to read
a second time, of a falcon, to
embrace that thing with
feathers. And to cap it all with
a Bacchanal lying enmeshed
beside you quantumly
entangled in perpetuity.

Rubber Bits

I’m painted, made up,
simultaneously lightly
sketched and stretched
thin. Afraid of smudging,
of being mered like
bits of rubber, brushed
off paper onto the floor.
And barely bouncing
upon landing to sit
unnoticed, I’m relieved
to no longer be
employed or illused.

Plasticity

A bowl full of realistic,
at a glimpse,
shiny plastic fruit,
sits enticing on tables,
countertops, lies almost
crouched on haunches
in wait for blurry
uninitiated eyes
opaqued by hunger
to wander by.
Tempting like apples,
flytraps, and sirens,
the pieces sit
alluring, almost smiling,
impatiently waiting
for a dupe, a sucker.

Brian Ji is a seventeen-year-old writer who goes to Seoul International School in South Korea. His works have been published in Lullwater Literary Magazine, SCOPE Magazine, and VOICES Literary Journal. Besides creative writing, Brian loves to play racket sports.