11) Street Cat
Wolran Kim
Occasionally, I saw those indulging eyes
She may want to take away my lounging time
She may miss her freedom for a moment
She may want to step on her hopeless reality, with four legs
My territory full of hunger is pathetic
Four legs get busier following the garbage
If I envy the six-fingered cats of Hemingway in Mykonos Island
Or a full belly, it will be the same as running into a stone wall
Even with a much shorter lifespan of one thousand days
I am a warmer animal than those eyes that have two feet
I can tell from her bearing that icy land
That my drooling mouth is still sweeter than them
A captured day turns back, watching the road kill corpse
I’m a shady, evil-spirited animal, whose joke becomes fate
My capacity and cheerfulness are parts of my survival
The road that can never be lost, breathes
A neutered day jumps from being female yesterday to male today
If a place of birth becomes a road, where I stand becomes a road
One day, when one of my friends was picked up by a cat lover
I realized that the survival instinct is the road, not stealing
At the orphan-like shrunken night and in the hyena-like open-eyed morning
Just like the square roads of the house cat, standing on the furniture like a flag
At each night whenever the whole world becomes a road in the darkness
I really wanted to become habituated
I faced the sharp eyes on the strange road, wound by my tail
Behind and in front, a road like intestines shines
I lost my road on the road