2021
Dear PB:
About Mothers
Translator Jae Hoon Lee

a kind of love song from afar

I don’t want to get married because I don’t think I want to be like you

You spoiled your child, you know, and by that same token

You ruined his life

And your life

No one will understand you

How and why did you do this to me?

I never asked, nor wanted

(No,

That would a fuckin’ lie

This is our conspiracy)

Your love made me weaker

I shed tears every day, thinking of you

You should stop crying, too, because,

No one will appreciate that

I don’t

In a sense,

I came all the way here,

To abandon you

I like living alone, said I

And I said things I meant, I didn’t mean, and I had never imagined I wanted to say

You look sad

It’s the way I am now, umma,

I’m not saying it’s all your doing

I won’t deny I did this to myself, recently, but,

Well, listen to what all those packs of psychoanalysts were saying for decades

I’m a Freudian son, nothing less, nothing more

Is it so tragic? to say in this way? comical?

What do you think?

I stage a show

Director: me

Producer: me

Actor: me

There is no actress by the way (I won’t dare pretend)

Ghastly masculine soliloquy is what that is

(Maybe

I could use some light, though,

Where is the light?)

Candid self revelation is never possible

On that stage

I breathe out my narcissism

It smells

How have we come to this?

I’m afraid,

Of losing you, umma

Abandoning and losing are quite different things

You understand

***

You are now my baby,

I need to guide you through the airport

You don’t belong here, ma

You don’t belong to my world

You don’t speak my tongue

You look totally different from all these people

A complete stranger

How strange

Where are we going with all this?

Will I be losing you

In seven years?

Will you forgive me then?

Will I forgive myself then?

Is then too late?

***

When you heard my first, clear vowels,

What did you feel?

How was it like?

I don’t have them in me now, and

I have no courage to regress

Will I be hearing your vowels in the end?

What would I feel? if I have to hear them?

But I want to hear them

Be my baby,

If there is no cradle fit for you,

I’ll be one

It’ll never be comfy

It defies definition

But no matter

I’ll be there

This is my love song

For you