Kim Hyesoon

letter arrives from a place where your reply can’t be sent

That you’re already here

That you’ve already left you

A shimmering letter arrives from the hole that knows everything

The last train runs above ground

the world where all the trains on the platform light up at once and silently forget about you

You can’t go, for you are footless, but the

Your expression dissipates at night

Your name dissipates at night

know everything even without a brain

You feel so cold

even without a body

Will it really be okay by Saturday morning after Sunday night?

Like when you talk into the mic and confess your love

I want to sing a song for her