Kyungdae Min - Mask

I try to peel the face of Seoul
Piling up each layer of onion
Like white moon smiling,
A thousand faces
Unfold before me; my face with a moustache
Drawn on by a girl on a school excurion.
The face of an angry hare
The face of a stuffed fox
I wash the face of Seoul in the street
Where the sea
water dances
Watching the traces.
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Kyungdae Min

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