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From Murakami's “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World”
Epigraph:
"At the cleaners I claimed a jacket and two shirts; at the stationery shop I purchased a pen, envelopes, and letter paper; at the hardware store, the finest-grain whetstone in the place."
Poem:
people told me that a picture-perfect life
would involve striking flashes of excitement
would include the most lavish freedoms
would invite oodles of jealously, envy,
amazement
from others
it wasn't until i tried living the opposite way
where wayfinding is unnecessary
where descent is prized over ascent
where everything is stripped off, stripped away
and nothing is
taken for granted
hermit mode
think...
think......
think.........
look
the years flow just like a sheet of snow
my cheesy smiles have become
a constant accessory
like a firecracker show that keeps going
on and on
like a flock of swallows that finished migration
beat after beat
here i am at my favourite stationery shop
picking out pens, childhood
emoting over envelopes, adulthood
chattering with cortados, parenthood
recognizing the regulars, neighbourhood
honouring each iteration of me
in a life preciously
stationary
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