Awakenings

I had a dream about going home. People over here were asking me how come I was going back so often as I got ready to leave. But of course, this dream had to end, just the way all of them do.

While regaining consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes, thinking:

“Where am I? Hopefully not Tsuk—ughhhhhhh…”

My voice, this unopened gift
Is a guitar longing to be strummed
By the tender hands of a hello…

Extended Family

I love my siblings-in-law.

A Summer Confession

It’s strange but, in this very moment, I don’t miss Japan the least bit.