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I listen to songs
of someone handsome
at the apex of night
the Milky Way overflows
the stars boil over and fall
From The Forest of Eyes by Tada Chimako, translated by Jeffrey Angles. Copyright © 2010 by Tada Chimako and Jeffrey Angles. Used by permission of University of California Press. All rights reserved.
the hot water in
the abandoned kettle
slowly cools
still carrying the resentment
of colder water
there is a hole at
the end of night
a secret
surrounded by red
road construction lamps
Facing the mirror, I put on my face
Apply a thin layer of makeup
But not like usual this time, not like each night
Tonight, I become an adolescent boy!
A fifteen-year-old boy's shirt and blazer
A fifteen-year-old boy's slacks
Strangely enough, they fit me well
I become a boy just before his beard comes in