Time is passing, just a little, and I am still

becoming something other than I set out to be. 
Piecemeal translations of SHINee lyrics –

you heard this in your mother’s car, you said;

a child. We are not each other’s children,
we are not – but at the park –

under your moon – a birthday 
Could you give responsibility of yourself

to someone else, you asked. I am trying,
over there, or in this moment, or maybe

less & less now, just a little –
Lightly touching the back of your neck,

perfectly silly mullet, or when you said

you feared you might forget yourself, mister
Ripley, mister Kundera, mister you:

the blossoming taste, the crushed ants
of your throat. Your goddess in the moon

above; I must remember, just a little. 
Three nights ago my ex passed me

emergency sleeping pills, and I

dreamed of a world without you.
You were here: 
atop your wolves. At one beach

or another, at McDonald’s, the books

on the train from Fremantle home. 
I think I heard you howling. Just a little. 
You told me you had dreamed of me

before we met. Pretend, now, you are

sleeping, Luoyang. What do I say next?