I searched under dead leaves
Then in snowbanks
Then in the muddy farmers’ fields
Slick with damp autumn rain
I searched under my shared bed
Then on the highest bookshelves
…
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)
Thoughts on mental and emotional intimacy in platonic interpersonal connections.
Thank you for hearing my words
Yes, but, more than that…
Thank you for reading my poetry
That, but, more importantly…
Thank you for discovering me
With me
.
July ?? – August 2, 2025
Pale-faced like the ticking round clock on the wall.
Sometimes I find some hope for myself to become deserving of my life when I find myself changing auto-correct’s assumed “love” back into “live” for what feels like the hundredth time in recent months, and I realize that I communicate far more about loving than I do about living.
What is this pervasiveness?
What is this system of patterns
These loops both logical and non?
…
In the corridors of your presence
I find four heavy doors
Behind the first
If I want to make thoughts real
Can form the words
And can synchronize the throat
I do
Behind the second…
A rarity in my life yesterday
I watched a new life
I studied it intently
I studied all her tiny-isms
Like the edges of her closed eyelids
Those smooth closed eyelids, their warm olive tones
Bringing to mind her mother’s lineage
The shape of her nose, wide and flat
Like the ocean her ancestors crossed to be here
…