Two Watermelons

1.

Mr. Kim is the first

visitor to my one bed-

room unit in Korea

Light sweat

faintly sheens

his forehead

A massive

watermelon

in his hands

2.

A good

bit of it

goes off

I have to throw it out

3.

A line of boy

students

faces

the corridor

wall

He pauses

Wipes at the sweat

on his forehead

A metre-long block

of wood

in his right hand

4.

Years later

My long blunt knife

shudders

as it cuts through

the watermelon

5.

With my right hand

I wipe at the juice

sticky on my upper lip

6.

I throw the hard

bit I can’t eat

on our compost

Watch the flesh-

pink mass of

worms stir