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“And the Birds, They Fly” by Na Hee-Deok
Birds flew by with hearts between their beaks.Outside the window, a quiet calm.Inside, I’m sitting on a washer.A plate seated in front of meholding an apple, peeled and bitten,which moments ago throbbed red.Could the apple have been the plate’s heart? The seeds, the apple’s heart?Have you ever heard the pumpingof things with circumferencesas they continue…