Posts tagged “soo na pak”

  1. Woman

    Woman was a story I told myself. A girlhood shaped by poverty, running wild on the narrow streets of a city in another time zone. It was the raised paint polka dots on a dress I wore, like bruised lips from not enough kisses and even the pall of hunger. There is a wildness, tucked between chin and chest, lonely girls who stand and sway to the music, alone in their rooms. Watching their girl…