The ticket points to yesterday. Light walks out through the front gate. A leaf rolls toward the open door like a giant ball.
Which is clearer? What I find with blurred eyes is lost in memory. I come to doubt the straight road every time.
The tumbler in my hand is unlike the things in the hotel. The towel is complete while folded. It is neither clean nor pristine. Today has not yet arrived there.
Kang Yihyun is a poet based in South Korea. His work has been noted for its lively imagination and its subtle, wistful sensibility, observing life through delicate frictions and shifting perceptual boundaries. Kang’s poems have appeared in Eunoia Review and Spillwords.