Seoul
I am quintessentially a daughter of Seoul
And I wish to get old and die in Seoul
I always tell myself
After this term I want to visit Seoul for the summer
After graduation I’d go back to Seoul
I miss Seoul, after the commission I’d have to go back to Seoul
I’ll definitely pack my stuff and leave here after this job
Ok after this project I’m not going to do anything more I really miss Seoul
But when and how
When and how
Is somebody holding me in London (no)
Is somebody waiting for me in Seoul (not anymore)
Then why am I enduring expensive rent hopeless public transportation awful weather mouldy ceilings single-glazed windows random shouting at job centres work work work obnoxious people mice moths limping foxes here
Now I am a grown up as I always wished to be, why do I still feel like I’ve woken up after a nap dream of everyone dying?
Every night, beneath my pillow I hear
Building buzzes
Pine trees’ whispers
Highway hum songs of Seoul
But they’re so so so far away
And mother, I wish to be alone
(2022)