Veracity
She walks upstairs
and finds her friend
in his Japanese hotel room.
Her things are strewn everywhere
and she is 24 hours late for her plane.
Dresses and shoes
books and pages
run into her hands (push, push) and back out
with nowhere to go.
Now, she is in California
more of her things strewn around.
They will not fit back into the bags she has brought
even though she has bought nothing
aside from coffee and food.
24 hours late again.
Her belongings multiply in cities.
She gets lonely and these objects become bigger than she is.
They soak up disappointment and fear
lust and confusion
like spilt milk on an end table.
Back in Japan, she can only get the news in English.
Wanting to hear anything besides her (static, static) mother tongue
she walks back down the stairs, finds the dining room
and sits down with him
as he gets up to leave.
J. McIntyre
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