monotanka group

stepping into a seething rain—these days romance'less, people jostle each other

azaleas wildly arranged in a cheap vase, finally home from work i crawl in bed

some woman icing a cooled cake: this year, ive learned how to laugh again 

lighting in my hand—some nights, this is how my imaginings go after drinking 

last train through Amsterdam...ive regained a bit of the happiness i dropped 

tenement living: a neighbor and i drink a bit of rye whiskey and woebegone stories 

approaching Genji's hibiscus door:     sometimes i am a bit of a prude an arrogant sonuvabitch 

in a panting city—all the wife'd men falling into each other's arms with feral hunger 

standing to the side: mid-winter suicide in this iron forest, i barely suppress my laughter 

gift to myself—bloodred azaleas and spiderlilies, i am superlative at flirting with married men 

broad leaves turning themselves crazy the trees sneer at me while heading to work 

passing cars, the night road much too wet and i slicing through night—weary 

in the cloud-smothering city, in the morning, trudging home slowly: bed-led