"Japanese girls"
Patterned holes in the street call to her with a catastrophe so sweet
Fables and fat dripping into dish water
Soapy salutations
Used to being waited on, pretty girls still have to run to catch trains
high heels clitter clatter
Silence broken by the smattering of her clitorous and sunsets over the east which finally dip pots of left over sticky rice beneath the horizon
bone-deep veneer disguises them
thin fingers left hanging from bed to floor
the distance shorter than before
ribcage calibrated to syncopate tiny breaths
fast love was love
even with a mistranslation
"これ"
as serious as the
drunk phrases we hold on to
a sort of teetering half-completed collection
that we’re reminded of by posed photos
and sweet talk turned sour the day I left the country was the day you left me
documented it, to show other people
now the memory isn’t without other’s eyes
remember, this happened
but that’s anything at all
a bird chirps;
a pencil breaks;
a needle draws blood;
it’s something that happened.
you gave me the luxury of promises i didn’t need
but they were always yours to keep
i was a holding cell by default
the catalyst, to the experiment
not the result
the titanic sank with the whiskey you drank
gulp it down and piss it out
like the golden promises i did fine without
but
like a dog which returns to its vomit
I’d still let you touch me, without a doubt.
