Japan 31/8

Do you hear the clouds crack open
And the thunder pound against the mountains?

Do you fear lightning
As you run through puddles?

I am drunk
On the sound of cicadas
Dying on my doorstep
Rosegold jewels scattered on the asphalt
Is that what it feels like to grow old?

The skies have turned turquoise
And white
It just started to rain
I stop on the bridge and open my mouth
Wide
Towards the light,

The uproar

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love thy neighbor

she eats a tomato salad
in a white chair
set on freshly cut grass

she says she loves people
like me
but she believes this indulgence is
a sin

she doesn’t take her sunglasses off

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My files are corrupted
Dishonest technologies
Do you dream sometimes?
The skies were blue and it smelled
Of gasoline
It felt like a heavy heat
And I shivered
It felt like bliss, like love
The Slaughterhouse
I’ve never been as graceful
As when I leaned into your absence
It must have been a dream
Months later, the phone buzzes
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On my memory card
Do I still love you
Or is it you dreaming
Of someone missing you?