after Franny Choi by the time the apocalypse began, my country was burning behind my back.my friends & I were...

 i stopped hearing the sound of ghouls whispering through the night. no longer saw dark silhouettes shape-shifting on the walls.do you remember, how...

I enter this poem through the back door. Omnipresent, do you see me?  Memory is a bird; how it takes...