She asks if you want to sing a song and you move next to her on the bench and you sing for her as she plays for you.

            – from Theresa Hak Kyung Cha’s “Erato / Love Poetry”

 

Tell me again to

seize the day, etch it

in cursive along my spine

purple ink and a lotus

mandala curved like a vine;

carpe, say, everything will be

groovy, everything will

be fine. Theresa was raped

and murdered a week

after her book was published,

the year that she married.

I read it on the sofa in a velvety housecoat,

two dogs nuzzled into each

other next to me, their soft fur,

teeth tucked away.

I sipped honeyed espresso,

smelled yellow dahlias,

lavender, a blushing orange rose

on the coffee table. Today

she’d have been 65. She died

on Lafayette, laughatit,

a street I’ve walked on,

unknowing, in love with

the city. Every place is so full

of death and life. Of

death. But go on, say it,

tell me everything

will be

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CARA MARKS is in her final year at the University of Victoria earning a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing with a minor in Philosophy. Her creative nonfiction has been published in McSweeney’s Internet Tendency and The Martlet, her fiction in Vol. 1 Brooklyn, and her poetry has appeared in Nudity House and is forthcoming in Highway Magazine.

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