“Backcountry Metaphor” by Shin Yong-Mok
Like an amputee’s discarded leg,I’m lying down.Somebody closes a window. The passing sky overhead resembles bloodstains on an empty ICU…
Like an amputee’s discarded leg,I’m lying down.Somebody closes a window. The passing sky overhead resembles bloodstains on an empty ICU…
Rain is falling. When rain falls, I take out my cardigan from the closet to put on. When I wear…
I wish that you didn’t get angry watching a stream,even when it rises to overflow its banks. I wish that…
I’ve come here avoid somebody, yet here I am missing someone.Somebody, who are you?Stars crawl out and fill the night…
Thumb, index finger, middle finger.As you stare at your three outstretched fingers,I tell you that you’re making the face of…
Even though they call softly,soon in every moonlit alley I hangmy everythingon flowersrecognizing someone like witnessesand blooming radiantly Because my…
Still lost in some thought,nameless and without symptoms, I stop.And coming back to my senses, see a world in motion….
In the morning paper,a facehappened upon suddenly. After seeing it,tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, tak,my heart’s stings as if cut…