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(from "Inside of the Lush Forest") you were just lying in there as a body you were just lying in there with silent breaths you were just lying in there with silent breaths, trembling with fear from a sign of someone you were just lying in there with silent breaths, being disgusted with the world and melting into the earth you were just lying in there with silent breaths, taking a peaceful nap you just arbitrarily lied down in there and rolled around, crushing all kinds of wild flowers you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by bees, a grasshopper and a mantis and cried like a kid you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by a snake and dying in vain you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were sleeping peacefully until the middle of the night.
(from "The Color Theory") I'd rather open my eyes, look at the light and bring the paper back which I threw it far away savor the childish splendor I couldn't understand why they were getting so upset
(from "Rotten") A hole in the huge wooden table A rotten tooth what went into the hole But because there was so much darkness, people kept putting their hands in it. It looked funny so that the boy sat still and laughed, then they angrily beat thim and dragged him by the hand.
(from “The Willow”) They despised my roots that swallowed fertile earth. Saying my being was from the body that swallowed a sordid, vicious secret.
(from "The Beggar and the Virtue") They handed coins to the beggar.
They greeted him friendly and smiled.
As the beggar smiled together,
they turned away, went elsewhere.
They visited the virtue who was sick.
They gave the virtue words of consolation.
They were truly heartbroken, wanted to add good faith.
The virtue made a confession of his own life
and they also spoke of their own virtue.
The virtue thanked them.
The beggar didn't understand their virtue,
so he cut off his tongue, threw it at them.
The beggar felt a sense of loss, but they showed disgust.
The beggar couldn’t see the virtue’s face.
(from "One Afternoon") lying on the bed where pieces of my lips are scattered, thinking of the short stories of Sait Faik, savoring songs of an inexplicable-named band, wondering if her desperate look in the movie was real,
(from "A Writer and a Lighter") I wanted to set fire to his eyebrows.
But he doesn't have any.
I didn't want any other hairs on his body.
So I threw away my lighter.
Instead, decided to be a writer.
I wanted to set fire to his mind at least.