Kang Yihyun

It is a parking lot. I do not know how I came here. It seems I have come back. The airplanes lined up in neat rows are smaller and quieter than they should be. This is a suitable place for a soccer match. Borrowing the gaps through which the ball moves I blend into the sparse crowd. When someone kicks the ball a burst of excitement passes to someone else. It feels like a set of rules invented to forget there is an end.

The soccer ball rolls beneath an airplane. I stare quietly at the place where it disappears. Asked what I am doing I answer only to myself that I am drawing. Fractured words come to mind—draing and nitti. Still I cannot remember even the simplest noun. The deep, dark underground goes on.

KANG YIHYUN is a poet based in South Korea. His work has been noted for its lively imagination and its subtle, wistful sensibility, observing life through delicate frictions and shifting perceptual boundaries. Kang’s poems have appeared in Eunoia Review and Spillwords.