Cause and Effects on the Effeminate

But lord I tell you the Koreans are wild.

I'm invited out to tennis and they're battering me.  Guard they net, they motion, and it's a ball in the knee, a ball in the shoulder.  I take one in the hand trying to protect my face and I can feel the new space between my knuckles.  I don't know the word for "separated" but one of them notices the light flutter of my swelling ring finger as I try for a corn-snack after the game and he pops it back into place while pretending to beat me into the bag.  Then he ties on a red fraying bandana and play twos while I pretend not to cradle my hand by the space heater.  And they all scream when the smash it, they scream!
 
These Korean cats are tigers.

I skip past the boy at the urinal, nice suit, and place one between us as is the custom of my country.  He turns, as is customary for the Principle of a school in this country, looks me full in the eyes as I stand exposed releasing my green tea and says "hi".  The man's hard.  Harder still because I'm probably bigger than he is when he's hard.  Just like nails this man. Just like little hard steel nails.


At lunch they're all eating the stuff that's still boiling.  The boiling stuff will be swallowed immediately, the cold things will be left to get colder, the foreigner will be taunted for his slow eating.  "This will burn me," I say while they pour soup in their grins.  And it does, even five minutes later it burns me so badly.  I struggle to get it down and the ubiquitous culturally important hot sauce splashes into my throat undiminished by the calming influence of saliva and there are two aweful distinct fires now.  I wake up late for classes with a cooling seaweed paste slathered throughout my mouth and a tiny dick drawn on my cheek.  The balls though, are huge.

They had a war here.  They eat the bruised bananas.