#translation

The train announcements switch languages at Shinjuku—

tsugi wa, next station, tsugi wa—

and I am fluent in neither arrival nor departure,

The subway doors close and I am translating

the word for loneliness again—sabishii, not quite

lonely, more like the room after someone leaves

The train window reflects my face back at me,

double-exposed over Shibuya crossing,

and I can't tell which version is more real—