A Boy Like Japan

For years

I wanted nothing more

Than to live in Japan


Where kombinis sell lunch

And vending machines sell

Anything you want

Anywhere you want


I learned the language

That would get me there

And plotted ways across the ocean


Arrival was a sweetness I could taste

Even with nothing more than a skeleton recipe before me


I could not imagine

Wanting something more

Than I wanted to be there

Where the sun rose


And then I met you


And learned what it was like to want a boy

Like Japan


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