Down the Hill, Past Houses 200-300
Izzy Choi
→BFA ILL 2025
Soon: empty shell.
Rolling gently as it can. With its big, hardened body:
Past the breath I held
Past holding the breath
Past a raindrop, mid-evaporation
Past a roof patched with papers
Past a page half erased
Past knowing the page
Past a chair with a fallen seat
Past a shadow gripped a corner
Past the ebb of a pen
Past knowing the pen
Past the sinking of a stone
Past the laugh-spiked sand
Past an indigo-dyed fire
Past the unraveling of pony
Past the wearing of shoes
Past the deflation of a doll
Past un-knowing a doll
Past a jacket, with a sliding wet
Past a yellowing of clear
Past a smell of doggy-flowers
Past knowing the roads
Past the paving of roads
Past a missed turn
Past an un-learning of fear
Past an un-learning of umbrellas in the wind
Past being the shell
I should,
rather,
Feel the wet on this slimy body.
Artwork courtesy the author
Izzy Choi is undoing an un-doing.