I circle Japan Mart
walk out with mismatched ideals

nail clippers my brothers will never use
a 3D eraser shaped like a unicorn

squares of shoddy Pikachu gum
blue and hard as the capital winds.

Further down the path they sell tin
badges of birds and bunches of insects

the couple behind me head off to find food
he wants something spicy and she feels like cake

isn’t that just like love? and the bowl of hills surrounding?

One seduced me to its peak at sunset
I ended up alone in the dark

wanting the faint light back
grey and trickling.