The Tide (#507) / Wolran Kim
I was carrying traveling perfume bottle as small as a pinkie
How often I am traveling
Spray one or two drops on the mystery place every day
There will be leftover even after an entire life time
One morning while traveling in Korea
I was going to spray by following my blood beat behind my earlobe, on the wrist
The cork lid was crooked in the tiny velvet sack
All flew away not even one drop left
Where have they gone
Not even flowers, not even butterflies
untied their wings on whose blood beats
tons of perfumed sweet odor