These poems aren't meant to be a set or anything; I'm just presenting them together because they're very short.
Three Tankas
Tada Chimako, trans. Jeffrey Angles
one narcissus
draws close to another
like the only
two adolescent boys
in the universe
***
the hot water in
the abandoned kettle
slowly cools
still carrying the resentment
of colder water
***
the round spoon
with the curvature
of a concave mirror
scoops out my eye
and swallows it
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