ants
ryokan kept his leg exposed when he slept offering himself as food to the mosquitoes i kill the ants in the kitchen without remorse fondly remembering my grandfather
ryokan kept his leg exposed when he slept offering himself as food to the mosquitoes i kill the ants in the kitchen without remorse fondly remembering my grandfather
the sun’s not hidden, though we haven’t seen it for days. the year’s not any more new than at any given moment. am i more or less lonesome, knowing this?