Kerry Kim
In residence from August 21st, 2017 to November 17th, 2017
She keeps her poem in her pocket
There are pages of moments,
That she had watched just pass her by,
There is a pool of ink,
That holds the things she had left unsaid.
The words she had never spoken,
Dampened and stained the creases of her hands.
A poem in her hands.
So she folds her hands to put the poem in her pocket.
She keeps her poem in her pocket.
Kerry Kim @ work