dry mouth

all i can see is gray
from this room against a wall,
and i can’t even say
that it’s miserable, because
poor children everywhere need places
to lay down their heads and
get some peace,
and i made memories
of this time on the sleepy island
these monotone hours,
the mornings when blue light
creeps up the wall
like a cat, silent and
cunning, deceptively
announcing the sun’s approach,
a liar, like the soft arms
around my body
i woke up thinking someone
would be next to me,
it was just angry words
from my supervisor
for mistakenly
signing the wrong dotted lines,
for my sleep and my
good dreams,
for being dizzy
from drinking on a Monday,
and now I just have a
dry mouth
that tastes like someone else,
definitely not the time
for speaking rationally.

이 생각 뿐이였다 (This Thought Only)

나는 아무것도 모른다
너에 대해서, 아무것도
아무것도 모르겠지만
게속
무한히
너를 원하고
너를 원한다고 생각하고
생각대해서 시를 쓴다
내가 욕심이 많은 것을
알고있다
내가 정상 아닌 것을
알고있다
내가 어리석은 사람인 것 도 아는데
밤새 이 생각 뿐이였다
니가 살고 있는 아파트는
냄새 좋고
거기에
오래
남고 싶었다
그 생각 뿐이였다.

I know nothing,
about you, nothing,
Nothing do I know, yet
I continue
endlessly,
wanting you
thinking about wanting you
writing poems about those thoughts
I’m aware
that I am greedy
I’m aware
that I am not normal
I’m also aware that I’m foolish,
and still
all night, I had this thought only-
the apartment
you are living in
smells good,
and I wanted to stay there
a long time,
just that thought only.

 

 

Trace the Steps

hug me,
I dare you to do it again
pull me into that body
I can’t forget,

soft and sweet
stubborn and silent,

the days of summer
being wished away
on the arms of
one midnight embrace,

impetuously
we trace the steps
to self-assurance,

maybe we’ll know one day
if we died too young
and missed our chances.

but you aren’t waiting
for an answer.

Blue

Blue, color of the sea,
sadness and peace,
smile like that forever
edges of your puppy brown eyes
crinkling up
your wrinkles are all the colors
of your years,
never part with their warmth,
your delicate fingers
dancing in the air
every time you speak,
your shirt cuffs
blue, linen blue,
like the dark ink splotch
on this paper, I can’t
be rid of
your stubborn brilliance.