'spring cleaning' is a 답시, or a response poem, to tomorrow x together's frost. as a prose-poet who works primarily with trauma narratives, this is my attempt at re-inventing pre-existing imageries in k-pop lyrics; the imagery in the original lyrics was beautiful so i wanted to respond with a gentle poem. i domesticated the wild magic in txt's frost - it was fun.
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bgm:
• TXT (투모로우바이투게더) - Fros...
• SONGJIEUN - Don’t Look...
more close-reading/poet intention/translation info:
e.g. "frost" becomes "frosting" (baking), "ice" becomes "icing" (on a cake), "island" becomes "kitchen island," and the feeling of "being lost" has been translated to specific postcolonial issues of language and cultural barriers in postmodern era ("mother tongue," "censored your name," "speak in closed captions" etc.)
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your postcard arrives in time for spring:
confetti of snowdrops power-cutting
the tail end of march
baby, you were always more myth than memory
more dust on piano keys than prodigal fingers
crocheting melodies, more flower rondeau than
proper poetry, more lips parted in protest,
more dostoevsky hiccups on girls’ hipbones
so i’ll never believe the warmth in your words
no matter how you sugar-powder your soulmate talk
during winter months, i censored your name
from the tip of my tongue but comes spring and again
you serenade in closed captions, shoving your language
in my mouth, asking “am i ready” while your body,
cartography landlocking me
to your mother’s kitchen island after supper
baby, i made you more myth than memory for a reason:
your head, compass needle filled with cumulonimbus clouds,
pricking me as petals danced outside the window,
sharp spikes sprouting from the sill as if mapmaking
baby, spring’s here and history is unmoved
by your sunset skipping town; your breath
on the glass has moored me to this shore
after you left, i drew borders with our bodies belatedly
excavated your mother tongue from bedsheets,
redacted your name, dusted the piano keys,
emptied my vocabulary of your sugar-powder kiss
is mythmaking a human symptom
baby, is lovemaking
is the icing on the sill
is the frosting on our kitchen island
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