untitled
a walk to buy food i won’t eat:

    i thread that needle
i limit myself
to the james cook elevator

    waltzing alongside a stranger
aligning myself with her
wondering if she cares and
the first note of a symphony
    that first
timid note
of any symphony

what, what, what is this place?

    and each instrument
then aligning itself in
encouragement

outer space: i realised that
i missed my stop
on the chuuou line, i realised

    how many gears ran together
how many little threads
woven how many
fleeting thoughts acted on
what did it take
    for this arrow
to set itself on my heart?

poem about love zukkyun
a walk to buy food:

    i thread that needle
it’s convenient to use
the wilson parking elevator

    walking behind a stranger
matching my gait with his
just for fun and
the first note of the memory
    that first
strange note
of the dear memory forgotten

who, who, who are you?

    and each element
then being
joyfully rediscovered

i want you: i’m an
adventurous
girl, i’m a lover

    just two gears hugging
just two little threads entwined
just a single fleeting thought and
then all the miracles of our world
it took only that
    for you
to stumble into me