Maija Rhee Devine Comfort Women of WWII O, freedom from teeth, from looking like a doll. Hair? Until it grows white like green onion roots, sweethearts’ vows except Japanese “lovers” charged with swords, their war pants ballooned at thighs, ripped our undies, black night or moon. Hair? Crisp straw. Lips, moist at seventeen, now You … Continue reading Featured Poem: “Comfort Women of WWII” by Maija Rhee Devine