Denshi Lenzi
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ๅบใๅทใใ ใใถใใฎใใใ
ๅบๆฅใใ ใ ใใใๅใใใใฆ
ใจใใ ใใคใใซ ใใกใณใๅฏใใ
ใใผใใซใซใฏ ใใผใใใฏใคใณใฎ
ใใใใใฟ ็ชใๅผใใ
ใปใจใใฉ็ฉบใฏ ใจใชใใฎใใซใซ
่ดใใฆใใฆ ไธใปไบๆถ้ดใ ใ
ๅธๆใฎๅพ
ใฆใ ใฒใใใใใงใ
ใตใณใใฆใฃใใใซ ใฏใใใใใใใ
ใใฃใจใพใฃ่ตคใซ ็ใใฆใปใใ
็ฌใงใใใใฐใใฃใทใ
ใคใใใทใใฅใผใ
ๆฌๆ ผ็ใชใฝใผในใ
ใใใฆ ็ตๅญใฌใณใธ
็ญใใชใใชใ
ใ็ฟใฎๆฐๆ
ใจใชใใฎ้จๅฑใฎๅผ่ถใ
ใซใใใใใฆใ
็งใฏๆฏใใๆใคใใง
ใฒใจใ ็ตๅญใฌใณใธ
ๆฅๆๆฅใ ใ
ใใใ ใใฎใใจ
Firmly chilled, small tomatoes
I want to slice them as thinly as possible
Bringing my lips close to the steaming knife
On the table, the faint stains of spilled wine
I open the window
The sky is mostly obscured by the neighbouring buildings
Just for an hour or two, they win
It's a midday twilight where hope can wait
Tomato, sandwiched in between
I want you to burn even redder
If there were even a dog,
Iโd make plenty of stew
Even with an authentic sauce
Not today, microwave
The feelings of the plate that wonโt get hot
The next door is moving out
The walls are shaking
With practised hands
Alone, the microwave
It's Sunday
That's all it is