Masquerade sits beside
his daughter: white face and
slender body
she looks like a flamenco
that evening
she feeds him some
yakosoba noodles
using the chopsticks
it's father's day and i look at them
with envious pity
at the 39th floor
i look at the city: lively like
stars twinkling
at the ground
inside is the sound of emptiness
hissing like a snake whose tail is cut
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