Birthdays are the meridians of life.
Still, time is malleable,
time can be remapped, rediscovered.
You know when you’re born in Korea, you’re already 1 year old?
If I think turning 36 sucks, now on the dark side of 40,
imagine if I were a Korean,
I’d already be 37 and in a month, at New Years, I’d be 38
cause Koreans all turn a year older together, every New Year.
Doing Korean math, a baby could conceivably be born Dec. 30,
and two days later find himself entering his terrible twos,
wondering where the hell his babyhood had gone.
It was quite a shock to get on an airplane at 24 in Bangkok
and get off the airplane 6 hours later in Korea and find I’m 26.
Time literally flew by
it flew by 2 years in 6 hours.
But, really, what’s the difference now, an hour shy of 36,
to think yesterday I was 24,
getting on an airplane, resetting my watch from Thai time to
Korean, with the good faith I wasn’t going to crash land face first
into a mirror ten years later,
trading metal wings for crow’s feet.