---------------Marfa, Texas
30.3095 north
On July 2, 2018, my flight took me to Marfa, Texas--not my usual
migratory route. Nevertheless, during my brief stay, I was able to
meet swallows and sparrows, and I observed other exceptional
migratory wings from Mexico. Some small-winged children were
captured and separated from their parents and placed in
internment camps along the border of Texas, US and Mexico.
Who will translate their wings? Whenever my ears would let me,
I looked up at the night skies in order to track Planet Nine. Being
the compulsive translator that I am, I traced and traced the
planet's orbitary routes, its rotations of capture, torture, and
massacre. The universe is such a dizzying place that my ears were
spinning out of control. Planet Nine! Come in, Planet Nine!
The language of capture, torture, and massacre is difficult to
decipher. It's practically a foreign language. What a nightmare!
But as a foreigner myself, I am able to detect the slightest flicker
of palpitations and pain. Difficult syntax! It may show up as faint
dots and lines, but they're often blood, snow, and even dandruff.
How do I know? Foreigners know. Ahn-Kim calmly narrated as
she continued to circle and circle Planet Nine with her pen. Her
circles were extraordinary.
- Don Mee Choi
