Untouched bento box
I left it there, waiting…
…tears mingled with the rice,
better than soy sauce
I turned toward the window,
that tree is coming straight through the window tonight…
…there are no such things as ghosts.
I’ll bring you ink. And a cigarette.
…let me run away, up and down the stairs.
I fell on the way up.
I returned to find fresh snow blowing in from an open door.
The box lay closed now. All but empty except for a
It wasn’t a cat,
so you left it for me.