In Tokyo, the mama-san is smarter than you…
Part of my S&R Tokyo Series
I am the gorgeous dress
of your beauty,
and I have loved you for a very long time.
You are nothing to me
the reflection in which I see myself
and the glitter of my age
that has sparkled in
all the ice cubes
in all the drinks I ever poured in Tokyo’s slush-fund winters.
You are beautiful to me,
as I hope I am to you.
I will draw a map to my heart
for you, only you,
with the lipstick I wear every day.
And you will know me
as I straighten your tie,
tuck in your pocket handkerchief,
and tell you to go
and love that somebody else
who has more than five minutes to spare
in a salaryman/s frustrated life.