I read a Korean poem with the line “Today you are the youngest you will ever be.” Today I am the oldest I have been. Today we drink buckwheat tea. Today I have heat in my apartment. Today I think about the word chada in Korean. It means cold. It means to be filled with. It means to kick. To wear. Today we’re worn. Today you wear the cold. Your chilled skin. My heart kicks on my skin. Someone said winter has broken his windows. The heat inside and the cold outside sent lightning across glass. Today my heart wears you like curtains. Today it fills with you. The window in my room is full of leaves ready to fall. Chada, you say. It’s tea. We drink. It is cold outside.
From A Cruelty Special to Our Species (Ecco, 2018). Copyright © 2018 by Emily Jungmin Yoon. Used with the permission of Ecco.
Prince tour, Public Hall, November 21, 1982
By the time I got here, the album
was already history. 1999 dropped in 1982,
when I worried about what I’d do with my life
after high school, and as I fretted over
how my hair looked on mornings
before I left for school; though, sadly,
my worries were not in that order.
But when I faced the end of the century,
I realized I knew little more then than I did when I sang
along with Prince at the Coliseum in Cleveland.
On that night, I didn’t know a concert could be history.
Me, just living in a moment of not recalling any moment
before this one, which must be what joy
was, but what did I know? No one understood
what a new century would look like,
and I didn’t gather that I’d lose loved
ones, soon after the pages of the calendar tore away.
Back then, I didn’t understand what I’d be
if Prince had not been. Now, years later,
“life is just a party, and parties weren’t meant to last.”
His lyrics weigh on me, as I grow older and ill,
and years later I’ll barely remember this moment
of simply remembering, just another day called today.
But this time, even now, I know more:
I know, for instance, even as I hum a tune
and bring forth memories of that night,
I’ve already become a point in history
before I even finish this song.
Copyright © 2026 by A. Van Jordan. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 2, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.