The poets are serious. The translators are serious. Everyone is serious but me. First the stakes were low Then the stakes were high Then the stakes were in my heart. I asked the administer of hearts Who stabbed the stakes in there And she said that the people who Put them there would like to remain anonymous. Already stabbed, it was hard to heart anything or give the heart to somebody. Who did I do wrong? I became extremely paranoid. I thought about what to do for a long while And it seemed there was only one possibility. I took my staked heart And stabbed onions and peppers Onto the stake And put it on the grill In my backyard. In Korean there is an expression Eat my heart Which means you’ve made up your mind. I added salt and pepper and listened To the sound of my heart sizzling Like a cartoon snake While I drank a diet dr. pepper out of a can. Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss . In my backyard Was my old friend the saguaro cactus named Bill. Bill had been there Thousands o...