now during the day i dance with flying carp and eat green tea ice-cream cake from the ceiling and memorize the curves from your face and wait, wait for a kiss that will never come.
now at night I'm late to class and trying to eat food with chopsticks and speaking half-wit japanese and going to the doctors and picking out drapes for my windows and posters for my wall in the night i'm lucky enough not to remember your face at all.