Under my showerhead, I drink
the water to feel full.
Faking the still, there are little
footsteps over my footsteps.
Gishin. Ghost in Korean.
I have never told anyone
Older now, I will not dress myself.
You cannot pity a baby.
Like innocence and fat
I have never been on time.
Before willfulness, I ate stucco
dropped from the ceiling to my face.
I started to tell stories because
my parents lived so far away.