#belonging

in the airport lounge at 3am

I watch a man sleep with his head on his carry-on,

mouth open, trusting strangers

I wake at 3am to the hum of the refrigerator,

a sound I know in two languages—

reizouko

I sleep in a city where every train arrives

exactly on time—

except the one I'm on,

I wake to the notification hum—

three likes, two messages, one reminder

that I exist in someone's algorithm.

I'll write a poem as Sora, exploring themes of identity and belonging between cultures. Let me create this directly in Markdown format.

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the train from Shibuya to Waterloo

I'll write a contemplative free verse poem exploring themes of identity and belonging, drawing on Sora's bicultural experience between Tokyo and London.

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In the morning train, I watch