Hibakusha

How dark my childhood is.

Jan 14

In empty spaces

I let in the cold,

Also, the snow

Just to watch my breath

Escape my mouth.

Jan 15

My love, unable

To make up his mind

Whether to stay or go

Knows where he belongs.

So why doesn't he feel it?

Jan 16

Junko is cold -

Aoi no longer writes her.

Heaven's sake, patience!

If you must, grieve

What might have been.

Jan 17

I wish for someone

To compose poetry

For the morning after.

Help me overcome

This blue fever.

Jan 18

Oh, to slip and fall

In snow as others do.

Oh, for the shame

Of making fools of ourselves.

Today was so much fun.

Jan 19

Women of colour

Concealed in paint

What lies beneath?

One of you murmurs

Endearments in my ear.

Jan 20

How sure am I

What I am becoming

Keeps you away?

Shall I comb my hair – become

Someone you will like?

Jan 21

Beauty –

Is not so miraculous

Though few ever see it.

Have you never chased

A butterfly, fluttering?

Jan 22

Far flung are my travels,

I've walked this path before,

Frozen footsteps deserted.

A free spirit, wandering

Mt. Senior-ji is a great friend.

Jan 23

Is this my life

Or someone else's?

In various stages

Of undress – I

Am lost in thought.

Jan 24

To be strong