Comments about Sayumi Takahashi
quite unexpectedly, we meet again.
what winged and deeply-forked
thoughts flicker against the cage
of your skull? I strain for their song
over twitters of small talk
but the echoes are gone -
wave upon wave upon wave of goodbyes
behind an invisible horizon of time.
You sit before me unreachably
gazing towards every
distance but this, thick as it is
with the ghosts of things
unsaid. No word will stay
down or come up, an unhatched egg
suspended in my throat.
What is allowed aloud, if not
this very question? We are ...