April
Because I heard the cries of that bird
Reluctantly I tasted the bitter sounds in my mouth
Because I saw the bird in the shade of the flowers
The weeping cherry tree palpitates colors, speaks without end
Because I was surprised by the gestures of the bird
The traces of that route begins to sway, too
Breathe in And out
(Having received the transparent, light blue letter)
With my breath Cast a sidelong glance at things
(In the letters penned in navy blue, even the angles of the will are round)
Hold my breath Chew it down
(The green of the chocolate candy and the purple of the shiso pickles and the red of the tea cup and)
And then I hear the brakes on a bicycle
And then without a blink DAISY FLEABANE
And then
Spring spits out a few more flower petals called CHERRY BLOSSOM
And then
And then a day where the sun cuts through the cloudy skies
And then again I trace the voice of the person I remember, to the bottom of my ears
And then
April
How far had I told the story
The caged bird has disappeared
Where has it gone
The snake remains
Is that what it means
The snake’s belly was white and swollen
Ah, what shall I do, what shall I do
The snake’s belly was white and swollen
You shouldn’t look at that
The snake’s belly was white and swollen
That child doesn’t have a place to go
The snake’s belly was white and swollen
That child
That was it
Like that, had nowhere to go
And then
April
Still does the spring still spit out cherry blossoms
Still does the bird still come to peck at the petals
Still does the river water not grow lukewarm
Still are you unable to forget
Still are you unable to cry a flood of tears
Still our mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s, does this continue
And then
Shall I open the drawer and admit it
Because I tucked the snake away in the drawer
The drawer is implicated in the magic spells
The years of the drawer are still unsolvable
And then
How much
Had I spoken of it
And then, you see
Since that day, every time April comes around
It’s me turned into two dirty legs
You’d think it’d be left in the cage
That is an empty shell
Since that day It’s me
That’s right
It was
A sparrow’s shroud
On the nape of my neck runs
A single thread of the river’s water
And I am unable to lift my heavy head
And then
April