Kim Yideum

I’ve never been bad.

There’s not been an instant where I haven’t been amicable.

Whenever I curved, pitched straight

Whenever I spun heavily

I never meant to hurt anybody.

Like a substitute sitting on the bench after getting injured,

Even when there’s a scar underneath the stitching,

I am ready to roll whenever they call my name.

Whether being touched with a tip of the finger

Or hitting someone deep in their guts,

I am an extension of your body,

But my sincerity is something that can’t be grasped.

Don’t call me a dead ball.

I fly at full strength. I am the exact point, the moment

Your whole body gathers to meet outer space.

Over the fence

I cut through the thick wind and fly.

I lift my wings out the red stitch.

Through the wail of shouts and sighs, past the weekend grounds

Into a world without electric signs

Shimmering like a pebble on the beach, I cross ripples of time.