Bulgogi

Broil bulgogi, blisters, cast iron

The flames burn of appa’s hours, eomma’s fortitude

My brother burns his fingers; we laugh as he tap-dances at the faucet

The sounds of laughter are cushioned on pillows, crisscross cries confidence

The flames burn of appa’s hours, eomma’s fortitude

Eating with hands, garlic reddens nails’ beds

The sounds of laughter are cushioned on pillows, crisscross cries confidence

Bite-sized wraps in sesame leaves

Eating with hands, garlic reddens nails’ beds

Kimchi crisp as a New Year’s letter

Bite-sized wraps in sesame leaves

Broil bulgogi, blisters, cast iron