what good


By Sung Yim

his shrug is a battering ram.
his father said, "you’re probably queer."

i decide to make soup tomorrow.

his father said, "you’re too skinny
like a girl. stupid."

his father said,
"you’re gonna die alone."

so i plan a picnic for the weekend
suggest a movie the week after &

ask, "when are you taking me fishing?"

but Sunday, as the hangover’s
nip winds into gnaw

he asks what good he does me.
the question sounds like a slamming door

& i can’t quite explain how

sometimes God wakes up
in a phantom limb.


Sung Yim is a 5th year undergrad and poetry editor for the 2014 issue of Columbia College Chicago's Story Week Reader. Her far-reaching hubris has been rejected by publications such as PANKRattle, and The Paris Review. In her spare time, she likes to hug dogs.