All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
School trip
In the British museum we were asphyxiated by the Korean exhibits.
It was from our laughter that echoed off the glass
and worked within us
the same way those seemingly prehensile pictograms
reach out their branches for you
and constrict what they can.
in reality the characters are neat, regular
perfectly contained in each
little white square, black strokes
twisting into the white paper.
there is some new mystery in that structured darkness,
a prescribed nothing. what made the most impression on me
was the temple, reconstructed as a skeleton, joints held brittle
with glass. it surrounded me like the transparent guarantee of a prayer;
far off some same smoke twisted a joy for me.
I am somewhere else now.
those winding things got into my veins
and I am not coming back.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.