Summer Witch

Memory is a hot, humid summer:

clammy, moist and damp. She does not.

I only lent you my heart – on loan,

like a library book you did

not read.   Now I am out of print – the

pages cannot be found any-

where. Our chapter is closed. The leaves are

bound with beads from this August in

Tokyo. Tell me a tale of love and

lust and list my flaws in a co-

lumn as I have done of you. The cons

are more than the pros anyway –

you are out of print. You are closed to

me, to her and to them. Memory

is this soaring summer in Nihon.

 

(Tokyo, Japan – Friday 2 August 2013)

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