1.Togawa & Shima from Doushitemo Furetakunai by Yoneda Kou
2. Onoda & Deguchi from Yasashii Uso wa Minoranai by Yoneda Kou - original [x]
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1.Togawa & Shima from Doushitemo Furetakunai by Yoneda Kou
2. Onoda & Deguchi from Yasashii Uso wa Minoranai by Yoneda Kou - original [x]
I never thought we’d be one of ‘those couples’ But now here I am In my New York City apartment And now there you are Somewhere on the fourth floor of an old building In Pairs And we’re really doing this I write you poems disguised as letters And you write back with coffee rings around The edges of yellowed paper Saying you don’t have much time to write But that when you do you feel like you’re In a 1920’s film and you should be smoking a cigar When I sit at my cubicle at work Or walk down the block to the nearest coffee shop For a mocha frappé I think of you and wonder if right now You’re watching the stars and wondering if I see them too I do Through the blue paint and the skyscrapers that etch your name into the clouds I got a box in the mail the other day And I couldn’t believe this was my life You had sent me photos of yourself around Pairs Your job, friendly neighbors, the Eiffel Tower you get to walk past every day You’d written, “Wish you were here” On every one of them At five PM I call you You’re tired voice sounds swollen like The bouquet of balloons in a child’s hand that nearly hit me as I walk down Park Ave I wonder if you’re going to fly up into those stars just like This kid is about to You tell me that you have to go But that you’ll talk to me as soon as you can Not tomorrow though, tomorrow is no good Again I think Is this real? Is this really my life? I go home and pour myself a cup of tea Forgetting the box of couscous on the counter waiting to be made I’ll linger like the scent of bleach on your clothing I’ll sew myself to the bed sheet, waiting for you to come home To spoon the salt from my ears and tell me that you missed me I’ll close the blinds I’ll count to one hundred and eighteen Reeeeeealy slowly
--“Those Couples,” by Eliana J
Neon Dance
School Dance last night. What did I do? Grind on all the guys? Get my boogie-on? Make out under the bleachers? No. Of course not. I danced with Iamkatninja, ruined couples slow dances and dry humping, and decided that we should be non-lesbian-lesbian-life-partners. Iloveyou