“What’s your name, kid?”


“Nice to meet you, Toshio. Why are you so pale?”


“Yeah, I got that. Where are your parents?”


“You just know that one word, huh?”

[opens mouth; makes agonizing cat screech sound]

“I stand corrected. Here are some poems.”



Perpetual rage
Flailing, childlike and heedless
Echoes like a scream


This house is deceased
Dried leaves clinging to the branch
Hatred keeps her here