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the hot water in
the abandoned kettle
slowly cools
still carrying the resentment
of colder water
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 round spoon
with the curvature
of a concave mirror
scoops out my eye
and swallows it
I listen to songs
of someone handsome
at the apex of night
the Milky Way overflows
the stars boil over and fall
there is a hole at
the end of night
a secret
surrounded by red
road construction lamps
