


LIHAM
LIHAM

Est. 2010
let us call it a routine,
she hits the play button
then a spray of warmth washed over her
morning shower
humming to tunes of A-Ha
reminiscing the last minute details
carefully choosing my outfit
or letting her choose
blue striped socks worn out with wrinkled edges
battered gray tennis shoes
three stripes at its side
sun-streaked
as if a golden shower
the ponytail has to be high
not one a single strand of hair sticking out
she combs each strip
into one put-together tail
curled into elegance and beauty
perfect-
once allured to her sequences
there's no getting out
like a muppet
now clutched in her hands
caught in its grip
grasping my thoughts
taking on me
lost in its shackles
The Muppet
BY Catherine Shim