Someone asks me where I'm from
and I say the Piccadilly Line
between Earl's Court and Hammersmith,
Someone asks me where I'm from
and I say the Piccadilly Line
between Earl's Court and Hammersmith,
The train doors close before I finish
the sentence I was forming in my head—
English or Japanese, I can't remember which.
The train doors close and I am neither
here nor there, suspended between
Shibuya and Shinjuku, watching
The train announcements switch languages at Shinjuku—
tsugi wa
, next station,
The train announcement says
mind the gap
and I think of my mother's mouth
The convenience store at 3 AM glows
like a ship in fog. I buy onigiri,
the clerk's
In the convenience store at 3am
the fluorescent hum sounds like
muzukashii
The train stops between stations.
No announcement. Just the sudden
absence of motion, the fluorescent hum
The train announcement says
tsugi wa Shibuya
and I know which body to become—
The subway doors close and I am translating
the word for loneliness again—
sabishii
The train window reflects my face back at me,
double-exposed over Shibuya crossing,
and I can't tell which version is more real—
At the konbini at 3am, fluorescent light
makes everyone look like they're underwater.
The clerk says