Jiyoon Kim

Untitled in C Minor

When I was seven, and my younger brother was two, we lived on the ground floor of the apartment complex, where a formidable screen and glass door was our best defense against flying cockroaches, red fire ants, rat snakes, and worst of them all, fluffy yellow ducklings from the pond a few skips away from the edge of our porch that you desperately wanted to keep as pets, but that glass and screen door reminded you that they were wild, therefore not to be touched, and most definitely, not to step foot into the house.