Thirty Going

on seventeen, I come from hearty straw.

My grandpa wore a gallon

hat. My grandma, like a shogun,

bun and shawl. For their honeymoon,

they went to the movies. No one

knows what they saw.

You arrive with licorice, cigarettes,

the documentary on Woody Allen.

Don’t feign a passion for his start

in tv, or his clarinets,

or Love and Death. Just skip to the Soon-

Yi part.