teppenyaki's fun in your fifties

tea and love songs
on quiet grey afternoons.

it's been a while since
i worshipped at the alter of holy polaroids.

lone runner came on, it was playing
and i could hear it,
but most of all it brought
with it the smell of berlin.

a throwback

 

everybody in fancy clothes,
zine-like appropriation of my heritage,

the others drowning in black ink.

vaguely discontented,
i might as well be.