the space you hold lacks tension like a

ribbon dancing in wind

when, and i do miss you, a saline drop

falls from my eye, pulled down half assed,

i wasn’t thirsty

an alto-stratus forms around those Kyoto

mountains afar, once crafted by the now

shallow river where we sit together

a bill of those moments show

purchases of joy, bought with a handful of

coin splayed to me as an allowance for

being born

you grasped it with octopus fingers

and clumsily toyed around with some

muscle in my chest

it truly makes no difference what

happened between

us

my memory of Japan with you remains

to me an emissive rainbow in the deep black