You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
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You feel to me like one who would not forget
Not forget me, not forget the little store up north
Not forget what I sent you
I forgot that for years
…
I crossed the world to find
that fear can permeate this place too
I flew halfway around the planet
but would you believe me if I told you
I’m still nowhere to be found
October 29, 2025 (東京)
May you write
And write
And write
Until you fill pages first
Then books
Leaf after leaf, spun between fingertips
So many that one could take months or years to read them
May your heart’s desire accept them all
October 25, 2025
The night sky is falling
It will never stop falling
Until our universe flees
may your love continue to grow
as the same deep sky falls over us
again
and again
and again
October 21 – 25, 2025
Everyone slips through my fingers
As soon as I can touch them
…
I’ve shown you all of my hungers
Now show me how you sow these hills…
These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
…
This dragged line of spiked balls of fear
Chained together with a rhythmic pattern of failures
Won’t let me leave this room
This basement so terribly bright
Or abysmally dark
Very rarely anywhere in between…
While my husband’s in the kitchen cooking dinner
I’m calculating how many grams of rice I’ll eat
Budgeting the results of his care
Fretting over the mass I could be feeding
…
I don’t really know you,
various sirs, madams, and others…