Stories Of The Han

To the women I’ve loved in my life I thank them all for the moments they’ve provided to this dear boy I say boy because it is the undressing of the man to the child which allows connection At least for me These women are no longer, they’ve moved on But I do thank them in providing me their grace, a space for my mind and heart to rove in their magic I thank the girl who sat with me on the rooftop of my apartment located in the fringes of Koreatown We sat in the early dawn listening to Air, the morning mist enshrouded us in a bed of cloud and we looked at each other barely making each other out and we smiled and we knew I thank the girl who sat with me on the windowsill of her downtown loft each with a glass of red in hand, passing a cigarette in between, as we bravely confessed our sadness and our wants The sun refused to rise as if wanting us to cherish the night forever I thank the girl who sat with me across the bar in Roppongi Her shoulders moving to the music, her fingers jauntily holding onto her ch