like nuns
watch soft-core 
pornography
“What you lookin’ at?”
 I blast 
but 
  their eyes
   still stick 
like locust’s
     feet 
to the bones 
of crops
they watch me
    ride
the Ginza line 
to Taito
     before
a tunnel opens
to pagodas
&  cherry blossom rain

 

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