for 2 days the 2 of us see a man enter the car
and peel off, discard the warning signs from the train doors
two doors open
beside us the monk giving dharma talk on the smartphone
next to the man reading asleep
next to the sleeping woman
head lolled so far back
I see her fillings
kurasai
we pass Fuji but never see it
below us two buddhas are fishing
today we found a hornet dying
far from the flooded fields
two doors open
the scale oscillates
sleeping, awake
clearly we are damaged
all the while i hold the grip
and think of Jupiter's storms
