Jun 10, 2008 21:29
when someone drives over the sewer lid
outside my window, it makes a knocking sound -
a hollow metallic introduction
someone is beckoning the street
make room for me in your house, Daejam
i'm coming in.
if i heard such a knock and such a cry,
i'd make them more than welcome here in mine.
a dirty kitchen, an oscillating fan
what more could they want?
a little first-pancake homemade gimbap
and we're sorted.
i've almost forgotten the smell of laundry
and how to bake and how to drive a car
but i eat green things and sew clothing -
i've made one skirt -
so i think i'll have some things to take
back with me.
from one street to another, hollow out your world
and make a place for me to fit back into mine
somehow i will make this broken puzzle
fit together without corners
i'll hem the edges with teal string, and put it
back in the box.