Crime Scene

I pass by the empty room
With no lights
And broken windows
Every night and day

Where you stabbed me
And I stabbed you
And both died eventually
Lying on the floor

After all these years
The police won’t be coming
Still I do take care of
Preserving that moment

I bought a husband

I bought a husband today

Collecting every part from everywhere

1-hour-babydaddy from my therapist

2-minute-listener from the butcher

3-and-a-half-dopamine from a cup of coffee

7-year-amount of orgasm from Prince

And a laying-down-shape of a male on the bed from the guy in the house

Whom I say hi there

Schroeder

I lay on the floor

Leaning on your piano

And remembered the love I had for you 30 years ago

How weird that I still want to marry a child who aren’t even real

숨결

내 작은 고양이
말도 없이 표정도 없이 다가와
코에 코를 맞대며 잠시 숨결을 나누네
가슴 속에서 데워진 바람이 너의 냄새를 품고
내게 들어와 다시 가슴으로 스며서
온 몸을 도네 그건 몸의 어떠한
어설픈 비비댐보다도 완전한 섞임

당신의 마음은 그렇게
내게 들어와 가슴으로 스미지
그렇게 당신은 당신을 나누어서
내게 주지 당신의 향기와 따스함과 물기가 어린
마음의 숨결을 내게 합쳐주지

WiFi

She was crying for an hour. Maybe hormone, some assholes or depression. Didn’t matter. It was Christmas Eve and everyone was in the happiest mood. She was ready to confess her emotional disaster, however her thoughtfulness stopped her ruining the world’s holy peace.

She has a good friend who told her to say anything she wants, at any time. Maybe this is the perfect time for both of them to use the chance.

That could have been her last cry for help. She never wanted to let her family know her crisis. She knows very well that too much knowing doesn’t help always.

She wanted to feel connected for the last time. She started to text, then realized that the second floor she’s staying in has no WiFi.

She didn’t want to wake her family up by having a call downstairs.

To My Girl

너의 고통도
나의 것처럼
보기보다 짐작보다
의외로 하루하루
견딜 만하기를

가끔은 잊거나
익숙해진 순간 덕에
매일을 넘기기가
생각보단 괜찮아서

때로는 적당히
아무렇지 않은 듯이
그렇게 시간과
일과에 등 떠밀려

지루한 듯 평화로이
살아내고 있기를

Tunnel of Light

The old lady was blind. She said she had picked The child when he was a baby. “I hired you coz he still needs some care. But don’t worry. He doesn’t need a lot. “

The child, three or four years old, was pale, never to open his mouth, but everything she said he understood and obeyed. In fact, there was little for the child to do. Eat, sleep and grow quickly was all the old woman wants.

Like a fish in a vacuum, the child hovered quietly in a small room. Only the piano being played every night was his voice. The sound of it, without any piano score, was as quiet as he was.

The house was old but wonderful. The three-story house, which was built out of logs. One had to pass through a tunnel-shaped whole glass passage for a long time to go outside. It was a place in the deep mountains, so it was scary at night, but in the daytime it felt like walking through the light. But the child has never been there. He’s been staying in his room all this time – the old lady never let him go because it’s dangerous.

A year passed. Little has changed. Her work, her awkawrd  relationship with the old woman, the boy’s behavior and even his appearance…

Suddenly, she wondered when the child’s birthday was.

“He had too many birthdays. I can’t remember because there are so many.”

The old woman’s memory seemed to be darkening with her eyes. Sometimes with rationality.

The child was playing the piano in the room as usual. She sat side by side on the child’s chair with an old piano lesson book for beginners she had found in that house.

“Hey, there’s a gift I want to give you…

Actually, this book may be way easy for you, but… First of all, I’ll show you how to read it, while playing.

Shall we try? Well…

‘Happy Birthday…’”

The child stared at her.

“Yes, it’s a birthday song.

What is birthday? The day you were born. You know what I mean, right?

I’ll keep trying.

‘Happy Birthday’…”

The child looked somewhat nervous.

She kept talking carefully.

“It’s a blessing to be born.

Everyone in the world listens to this song on their birthday.

That day… It’s only a gift for them.

I don’t think you’ve ever received it yet.”

Suddenly,

The child buried his face in his small hands and began to weep. The crouched shoulders wriggled violently.

It’s the first time in a year that she hears his voice. But it sounded too miserable to be a child’s voice.

Without knowing what to do, she just looked down on him.

The child, who stopped crying after a long time, looked up.

An open sheet of music. The instant the child seemed to understand how to move the symbols in front of him to reality.

The child raised his hands and began to play the next verse. It was a baroque interpretation with colorful chords of that simple, monotonous melodies .

She sang again to that.

“Happy birthday, dear…”

The fermata of original score was brought back to life in a brilliant and technical contrapuntal manner, with grand tremolo.

The sound turned into a sheet music and poured out before her eyes. Oh, that’s… The procession of notes facing me is like a long passage, yeah… It’s like that path of light. The child is running through it.

The echo that resounded in silence finally stopped and the child opened his mouth for the first in forever.

Oh, that’s… It was the voice of a boy who had already passed puberty.

“Happy Birthday…to ME…”

The child’s tears had dried up. In that short time, the boy’s look got very different.

The moment he realized it, the child kicked up his chair.

She just stood eye-following the fearless, barefoot running towards the glass passage.

Soon the light swallowed the child’s figure, and she could no longer look, covering her face.

Yes.

You know the way.

Keep running. Don’t stop.