Because sometimes I feel I’m real good
and tonight is that night. Or maybe it’s the
plum wine or the rice wine or the apricot wine
but listen,

I read that South Koreans drink twice as much as Russians
and four times as much as Americans. I know they don’t kiss
enough. By “they” I mean “us.” By “us” I mean
me. But I love kissing, the word kiss,
the involuntary ellipsis
inside the s’s, omission of what comes
after, because a kiss does
suspend everything.

Kiss me on the head, kiss me on the cheeks,
kiss me on the nose, I am sweetened
enough tonight. Kiss me on the hand
and kiss me on the neck.
Tonight is that night,
and it’s not the wine.

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Emily Yoon is an MFA candidate at New York University. Her poems have been published in APIARY, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, and others.

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