Wykin Community Park

I speak Japanesewhile they spitat us -

iya, chigau yo

a room full of dollswatches as our handscome apart, glitteredin sweat & guiltysilence.

They hide from their mothershere, immaculately dressed& dirty mouthed.

Appearances are easywhen nobody careswhat's inside.

kagayaki to kagayaki

( I can'tlook you in the eye )

Approximations of babiesobserve. They spitwhite foamfrom their mouthswhich you swallownot wanting tolook weak.

They mean tohurt usso I weird them out.

Glass eyes lingeron the gaijin.

We possess ourselvesin the spiritof their hate

like ghosts,or girlsfrom comicbooks –

watashitachi gakireidattara ioni

(why do you always look down?)

Their saliva darkensin your hair.