Dear Margaret Cho [korea might be gay but I do not think you are.]

Sueyeun Juliette Lee

korea might be gay but I do not think you are.

korea is a peninsula. you and I are people meaning that

we have hair we comb and things to look at. our lips

pout and take on the fullness of an adopted meaning.

the fact of the matter is that relentlessness is a hand-

shake, a limp fish or glass of lukewarm tea. the fact of

the matter is that standing on a stage everything is

comic, meaning small and memorable, of the insubstan-

tial "universe," a minor disaster or floating chord.

the darkness is outside when I see you, not in.

I laugh when the funny thing gets said, and mostly I

laugh inside. on the inside is without curves and artifi-

cial spaces, many of them not gay or korea. but when I

see you they all run and speech is maybe stammer,

sometimes slur.

margaret cho, your tongue might wreak more havoc

than in speaks, outside being from the vantage point of

escalating stairs, from dark glasses and escapades. the

vantage being from a great height, a lighter space on

the inside that was formerly before the dark and laugh.

we really wait for the funny things before they are said

and let go for ever after.

margaret, there are many funny sisters and there are

many porn stores. I too think woo lae ok is really petri-

fied of its own fish. that there are babies and there are

dykes, that this little piggy has something, that a pubic

mound transforms into a public space, not being gay or

with outstanding curves, prayerful and abashed, facing

the tide, grown over, rediscovered in the woods by

strangers and haunted for years and years.