Meet us in Asakusa. Before the Earthquake comes and the temple bell splits like a heart. Its lantern red and looming in the dark chest of the city…
Meet us in Asakusa. We’ll be your friends, tonight. A mama-san with too-rouge lips and smiling, slit-light eyes. A papa, dad, with devil face, and hungry nose to sniff you…
Meet us in Asakusa. Beneath the sky as black as throats, the inside where no sun slips in. Open your mouth to swallow the kanji which float down like invaders…
Meet us in Asakusa. We’ll throw your bones to the poor when done, the ravenous dead in the shrine-soaked park. Come meet us in the neon dark – we’ll leave a small door open, see…
Meet us in Asakusa.
Mab Jones 