Full On Human
with a Korean pop star with moon eyes and a laugh that tricks the scariest dark burr out from the undercoat of awkward shyness so I can laugh, too, and maybe–
this way of looking
up at the sky with his eyes closed yet he sees all that can be seen and more as it rolls through him like quicksilver to shoot out in bright stars of love when he opens his eyes–
I want to feel that, too,
with my neck stretched and my face at the moon and my eyes closed and my heart so
his rubberband legs, his white arms, the veins in the back of his hands, his eyelashes, his front teeth when his smile cracks, his hair–now blond, now black, now red, now white–
it’s not his green sweater, either, the one with the yarn coming unraveled over his collar bones…
or his choker
smiles for real when he walks with his fans and he cries for real when the hyung play a prank and he plays the best jokes when you forget to look and when his friend talks to him even on live-stream with thousands of aghase in Cleveland and Bangkok and Rio de Janeiro watching, he
like really listens and his eyes ask, “how do you feel,” “are you okay”
we want a friend like that.
the true maknae
the oldest living aghase
Daily Prompt: “Write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks,” from the Na/GloPoWriMo site.