Mixer & Juicer

The windowpane steams up
I write on that windowpane
I w a n n a sl e e p i n
I think that’s enough I put on makeup I go to school
My room chases me all the way to school and
opens and closes my eyelids
I sleep awhile then look at the clock Seven fifty-nine
The student has been reading for many hours Yi Sang’s “Precipice”
Strange I listen closely The student is reading only flower
But still I think the student is reading Precipice
I sleep more and wake I look at the clock Seven fifty-nine
I say really that’s enough I get up
I look inside the mixer and juicer pulverizing flowers of three colors
T h e f l o w e r s a r e f r a g r a n t t h e f l o w e r s b l o s s o m I d i
g a gr a v e t h e r e
T h e f l o w e r s a r e f r a g r a n t t h e f l o w e r s b l o s s o m I d i
g a gr a v e t h e r e
Yi Sang’s poetry is a spell for the new-model mixer and juicer
I look inside the lake where the sun is being ground up
After pulverizing everything
I look inside the lake that squeezes its juice
For millions of years I w a n n a w a k e u p
I w a n n a w a k e u p toss and turn That lake
getting smaller by itself
Who will wake up my sleep at the bottom of the lake
that nobody has ever awoken
Like the new-model mixer and juicer with handles I too
have two ears attached like handles
Will you raise me up and pour me into that glass?
At the shout of Get up quick you’ll be late
I look at the clock again Seven fifty-nine