Minami Nishino

the feel of the smelly asphalt that changes every 3.4m
the sky amidst the concrete

You cannot breathe?
You, fool, it is because you aren't covering your ears.

I can see a moving figure in that window
(Surely I, too, am being seen.)

This is a place to sleep.
This is a place to return to.
This is a place to operate.

the foundation and the (military/airforce) base

Could be the yearning itself

confining nature
(but it is resilient and strong)

Residents across (from us) are yelling at each other
(Tonight, too, it might go on for a long time.)
That smell,
I really hate it.

Because I was born in Tokyo, I don't feel so special about “Tokyo”, but still

Inside of inside of inside of me

Grandma's bedtime story
Catches my finger

this town

“on the river bank at the edge of town”
“in order to sell kids to a circus”

“A beggar is approaching.”

I, sound of footsteps, cigarette smoke, miniature altar, sigh, a beggar, sound footsteps of a beggar

Clang clang clang
Grandma's heart beat resembled
that of a gigantic ventilator

the feel of the smelly asphalt that changes every 3.4m
the sky amidst the concrete

Five senses

I have seen long ago