"A Sonnet To My Mother's Apartment" by Sung Cho

A Sonnet To My Mother’s Apartment

I was an awful guest. I don’t know why
you took me in. I kicked the rosy floor,
your skintight walls. I didn’t leave the door
when I was told. Oh mom. You used to cry

when I would cry. And you would cry when I
ate up the groceries you labored for.
You housed a parasite: I wanted more
from you. Yet you still let me occupy

your room for much longer — only until
I had ruined your inner furniture.
I got too fat, and you ran out of space.

So you pushed me out from your window sill;
my head fell through, and you even tore your
rose drapery to hold and kiss my face.

sung cho

Cho is a Korean-American student who enjoys reading and writing in his free time. When he isn't reading or writing, he is up late at night eating potato chips (either sour cream and onion or kettle-cooked).

Headshot: Sung Cho

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