A path, packs of wolves, chickens avoid.
I am 18 born on 1997 September 11.

If I was to die tomorrow on the very next
day my life’s dewey decimal would be as follows.

A path, packs of wolves, chickens avoid.
So much sin I shun from the light and am attracted to the dark.

Creamy white, or dripping dark.
The ink of me stains han ji* my home my enemy.

A path, packs of wolves, chickens avoid.
Cutting my heritage, my culture, my Meursault*.

Rose cut me, Vivien sings, my robber, my belief.

A path, packs of wolves, chickens avoid.
Today is a full moon and tomorrow is not a care.

Sniff at my footprint, eye my trail, and point my shadow. 

*Korean traditional paper
*character from The Stranger by Albert Camus, existential hero