a terrible
loneliness
a dark hole
morning light
hello daughter
eggs and fruit salad
a walk with friends
bird song
what is despair?
why does it creep into my bed at night?
why do we see the worst after moments of love?
i will walk by the water
the clear blue
day after day in the house
i bought
can it be the house that makes me lonely?
how i wanted it
now i don't
i don't know what i want
i want to want nothing
i want san francisco
i want paris
i want a waterfall
is loneliness fog?
a not seeing
a coldness
watching barrels of radioactive waste
thrown into
the beloved ocean
pasting and copying my chapters
to send to a friend
she says writers must know
the loneliest of loneliness
i will research how many Japanese
women protest/ed
& mourn the loss
of Kaori Izumi
who took care of
irradiated children
& shut down the Oi reactor
her voice is on my computer
my dead bird sings in the
background
i cannot find the video
of her face
but in my memory
i see her son peering
in the skype screen
and her hands on her cheeks
(we talked for hours)
she returned to japan from italy
to help
she is dead.
now i must rise.
i must go to the water.
loneliness
a dark hole
morning light
hello daughter
eggs and fruit salad
a walk with friends
bird song
what is despair?
why does it creep into my bed at night?
why do we see the worst after moments of love?
i will walk by the water
the clear blue
day after day in the house
i bought
can it be the house that makes me lonely?
how i wanted it
now i don't
i don't know what i want
i want to want nothing
i want san francisco
i want paris
i want a waterfall
is loneliness fog?
a not seeing
a coldness
watching barrels of radioactive waste
thrown into
the beloved ocean
pasting and copying my chapters
to send to a friend
she says writers must know
the loneliest of loneliness
i will research how many Japanese
women protest/ed
& mourn the loss
of Kaori Izumi
who took care of
irradiated children
& shut down the Oi reactor
her voice is on my computer
my dead bird sings in the
background
i cannot find the video
of her face
but in my memory
i see her son peering
in the skype screen
and her hands on her cheeks
(we talked for hours)
she returned to japan from italy
to help
she is dead.
now i must rise.
i must go to the water.
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