there is nothing to write about in a romantic relationship

translated by PLS

need to write about curiosity devotion and sense of shame

or the dusk of a summer

the never-ending road

the lullaby in my left ear and your right ear

waning in the still moonlight

hypnotised by the chants of cicadas

write about the intangible hair

hands that won’t part even

when soaked with nervous sweat

write about right now

standing in front of the apartment building, giant-like

yet still wishing to squeeze into your room

through the thirteenth floor window

breaking the clock on the wall, handle of the fridge, E string of the guitar

empty bookshelf, cat

my skin, blood and flesh exchanging in grains

shrieking

all of a sudden the water’s boiled, and stopped again.

about my shadow imprinted on the window having already told your shadow about 

every little secret in a romantic relationship

yet we are still contemplating on our own on

the last coffee on the table

the last train, razor

and the night lit by vehicles

“I am already back to normal,” you said

“hold on.” I still need to

wear shoes in order to fly away