Above the Thin Shell of the World By Marci Calabretta Cancio-Bello

I fell in love with a North Korean
by falling asleep on his shoulder
in a South Korean subway.
Later, perhaps because of that,
I misread the Arabic word gurfa,
not as the amount of water
that can be held in one hand,
but as the amount of wonder.
As if one’s entire history could be
measured one handful at a time.
As if we knew another way.