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The Smell of Home

At night we stain out lips

with black bean sauce,

Eomma's hands shaking

like the flicker of streetlights

Skewing visions of

Koreatown into

fragmented summers

But you laugh when I say that

the smell of jajangmyeon

& cigarette smoke

reminds me of home


-Enni Harlan

 
 
 

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