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    People Person
    People Person
    People Person
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    People Person

    By Joanna Cho

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    Shortlisted for the Mary and Peter Biggs Award for Poetry in the 2023 Ockham NZ Book AwardsPeople Person is a debut collection by Joanna Cho. These adventurous, funny and dissonant poems are about the endless work of fitting in when the goalposts are constantly changing. They ask: how can we nail the perfect routine? How can we be a people person in the world? What parts of ourselves must we leave behind?Moving between South Korea and New Zealand, Joanna Cho' s poems range excitingly in form, drawing upon and cleverly subverting the folktale, the phone conversation and the basketball game. At the heart of this book is a mother a generous, artistic woman who has limited choices in life, in comparison with our narrator, who is almost paralysed by choice and the deep, almost haunting comfort she brings.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTe Herenga Waka University Press
    Release dateJun 8, 2023
    ISBN9781776920921
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      People Person - Joanna Cho

      하나

      The Magic Sock

      The magic sock fitted us all—엄마, 오빠, 언니 and me. No one knew where it had come from, but we found it in the box of toys. It fit in the palm of my hand. There was only one, and it was the colour of ripe tomatoes, like my favourite snack: 엄마 sliced raw tomatoes and brown sugar sprinkled over them like dandelion seeds. We used a fork to eat the tomatoes and then passed the plate around, taking turns slurping the sweet water.

      We took turns with the sock, too. We sat in a circle on the carpet in the living room. In this house we only experienced summer and everything was gold and dusty and warm. The sock was the brightest thing in the room. First, it ate up 엄마’s foot, which was pale and slender. In Korea, a long, slim foot is called 칼발. She lifted that knife foot up and wiggled it around, the red nylon catching the afternoon light. Then us kids tried it on, from oldest to youngest: 오빠, 언니, then me. How could one tiny sock fit us all? It was magic.

      One day, when the others were off doing their own thing, I went to try the sock on. I touched its shimmery skin and parted the lips. Suddenly the sock whispered, ‘Eunsun, what do you want?’ I jumped a little and rose onto my tippy toes. I glanced around the room, making sure no one was there, and whispered back, ‘Can you make me loved by everyone?’ And then I knew what to do. I put my right foot into the sock.

      Later, 엄마 went to the kitchen to prepare an afternoon snack. I smiled my broadest smile and she picked me up from the wooden bowl. She popped me down on the chopping board, brought out a knife and began slicing me from one side to the other. Then she spread me out on a plate and began showering me in sugar. The crystals scattered onto my face, pooled into my ears. I lay there smiling, shaking my head to gather all the sugar I could.

      The Gift

      In first year I liked a band calledDIANA,

      capitalised like that

      and every time I introduced them to someone, I had to type

      ‘diana band’ on YouTube.

      Sometimes, it’s like that.

      When I was seven, I had a crush on a boy whose full name

      was longer than the English alphabet. He had no middle parting

      and two middle names. They sat next to each other, like he and I

      on the green bench, eating lunch, getting along.

      I liked him at eight, and nine, too.

      Sometimes, it’s like that.

      I have no middle name, but two first names.

      Sometimes I hold the door and let my first name go ahead

      and at other times, my surname deserves it more.

      So sometimes, it’s like that, too.

      If I decide to give birth, I will write a list of potential names

      and ask my partner to cross out any they’ve had a thing with.

      It is quite likely that our children will not have hot people names.

      Our parents bought our names from fortune-tellers,

      each of the three syllables laying out our ancestry and personal truths

      in the immortal wind

      our names are gifts and expectations

      but our English names were picked hastily

      while flicking through TV channels.

      Some people have an ‘English name’ and a ‘legal name’.

      They forget which names they have given to which institutions,

      use one for ordering takeaways,

      and for making friends.

      Once, a bouncer looked at my ID, laughed and said

      Ching Chong China . . .

      Once, I applied for labouring work and they texted back

      Jo, are you male or female . . .

      Once, a little girl was introduced to the class . . .

      Once, I was a lotus, pirouetting in the spring air . . .

      Once, I was 조은선 . . .

      Dig Deep!

      I have to write a poem

      but I’m finding it quite hard

      so I call him and he says,

      ‘Dig deep!’

      He is driving back from basketball

      in Palmy, where he trains three times a week.

      Picture him, drinking

      a large bottle of protein shake

      in an old Corolla, on the open road

      at night.

      I say, ‘I just wanted to run some ideas by you’

      and he says, ‘You know Jo, it’s a game of inches’

      and I go, ‘Huh?’

      I proceed: ‘I’m not sure if the voice is mine’ and he says,

      ‘Trust in the process. It’s a long game, you’ve got

      plenty of time’ so I go,

      ‘Yeah but musically it’s not working’ and

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