(translated from the Korean by geul)
I write a letter to that woman I write every day the mailman doesn’t pick it up my younger brother looks at it and crumples it up neighbors accidentally step on it still I write a letter every day walking past I see it stuck on somebody’s wall it’s stuck between the branches of a willow tree children fold it into an airplane and fly it still I write a letter every day the mailman doesn’t pick it up sometimes he picks it up I read it out loud after a drink “I miss you” . . . . Damn, today I’m writing a letter for sure
I’m going to throw out my memory today
I have to meet you today do you know why? it’s because I believe I can do something I’m going to be a teacher I believe it, actually, I have nothing to teach if I teach the world will be deceived by me I’m embarrassed and I’m not in good health I can’t get married I believe I will get married
I have to meet you
I have no way to send this letter to you
Don’t be doing well
I miss . . .