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Five Poems

Five Poems Five Poems by Hwang Byeong-Seung Translated by Chae-Pyong Song and Darcy L. Brandel C om i ng O u t Perhaps the real me is the back of my head You become more honest behind me I, who want to know more about you Should perhaps walk backwards After grinding my face on the bare floor Another real me is my anus But for you my anus is utterly disgusting I, who want to know more about you Should perhaps speak with my anus Tearing apart my lips, saying please love me I am ashamed You carry many shameful animals like me Inside your pockets and deep in your drawers Every time you are ashamed Of hating your shame You write and erase a postcard 173 You cut off and attach your wrist You become a grandfather or a great aunt who died one hundred years ago Are you ashamed? Let's shake hands Your hand is inside the first page you tore off Si kok u, t h e M a n D r e s se d a s Wom a n Noon spews fire from the sky's hot summit The lizard writes He tears it up http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

Five Poems

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Five Poems by Hwang Byeong-Seung Translated by Chae-Pyong Song and Darcy L. Brandel C om i ng O u t Perhaps the real me is the back of my head You become more honest behind me I, who want to know more about you Should perhaps walk backwards After grinding my face on the bare floor Another real me is my anus But for you my anus is utterly disgusting I, who want to know more about you Should perhaps speak with my anus Tearing apart my lips, saying please love me I am ashamed You carry many shameful animals like me Inside your pockets and deep in your drawers Every time you are ashamed Of hating your shame You write and erase a postcard 173 You cut off and attach your wrist You become a grandfather or a great aunt who died one hundred years ago Are you ashamed? Let's shake hands Your hand is inside the first page you tore off Si kok u, t h e M a n D r e s se d a s Wom a n Noon spews fire from the sky's hot summit The lizard writes He tears it up

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: Apr 25, 2012

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