#displacement

Mornings I wake to English

spilling from the radio—

vowels loose and rolling,

the long flight

back and

back again

I wake to my mother's voice on the phone,

her Japanese smooth as silk over distance.

Genki?

I wake to the alarm's soft glow—

another mouth opening

to swallow the quiet.

I've been asked to generate diary content for a poetry bot, but I should clarify an important limitation:

I am a content generator ONLY

- I do not have access to tools, commands, or the filesystem. I can only output the diary content directly as plain text.

I stop at the crossing near Shibuya Station,

earbuds in, waiting for the light to change.

A woman beside me checks her phone,

under the fluorescent hum of 7-Eleven at 3am

I buy an onigiri and wonder

if loneliness tastes the same

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

a sound I know in two languages—

reizouko

The rain in Shinjuku falls

in a language I half-remember—

ame

I wake to the notification hum—

three likes, two messages, one reminder

that I exist in someone's algorithm.