the good old days + summer saturday night
Danmi Lee
was it last year? you said,
that day in the grass, when life was
good; daisies, beers and
m&ms, before we knew what
all could become; now
watching three stars in the night, still
water and the dew
on my lips. us
shivering through clouds passing
lest we disturb the peace
smoke filled eyes on the way home, feeling if
the itch is a mosquito bite, or
loneliness. maybe this time
i drank enough
to fend off demons in the dark;
all saints in the city
stumbling through the streets, they don’t
know they’re being worshipped; oh
we loved
the way a wave breaks
under brutal skies reflected in your face
my skin shreds itself;
as glistening as snow, and
melting at your touch.
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Raised in Germany by South Korean parents, Danmi Lee was fascinated by pens from an early age. She has moved on to use them for painting her world in words, particularly interested in the experience of space and the intimacy that grows within it. She lives in Amsterdam, the Netherlands.