“Lips” by Park Hyeong-Joon
Spring, midday. Opening the air’s drawer, I smell the scent of new life. Warmed alcohol, sunlight fallen between dew, and as we walk, us, trying to speak only words with lips. We blow our horns...
Korean Literature in Translation
by Jibril · Published Wednesday, November 20th, 2013 · Last modified Tuesday, August 9th, 2016
Spring, midday. Opening the air’s drawer, I smell the scent of new life. Warmed alcohol, sunlight fallen between dew, and as we walk, us, trying to speak only words with lips. We blow our horns...