Kirsten Cliff - New
Somehow I knew about them
before I arrived in Japan. But I was
beginning to realise it was the small ones
that I should be wary of. The big ugly
black ones, that you could clearly see
inching along the roadside, were much too
heavy to scurry up surfaces. The charming
little red ones however, would suddenly
appear on the wall behind the customer you
were with. I would jerk and point, though
only my fellow foreigners seemed to cringe
at the shocking sight.
godless month . . .
I dream of riding a horse
into my childhood home,
all the family waiting
We foreign girls started sleeping with the
light on. It seemed the only solution. I
was not going to lie in that top bunk with
red cockroaches running around my head.
Japan was not going to beat me. I needed
the money, and anyway, I wanted to hide
from real life for a while.
between snowfalls . . .
I wasn't meant to
find a love like this,
my slight resistance
not lost beneath languages