Japantardation

The start of a short story set in the not to distant future, concerning a district of Atlanta where people pay to pretend they're Japanese. Protagonist is an actual, Japanese person who gets paid to sit in a restaurant and attract customers with his asianness. The story was inspired by reading Neuromancer and watching Tokyo Drift in the same weekend.

Shit's fuckin' scary
I shat fuckin' bricks
Shit's fuckin' scary
This shit makes me sick

Something I heard in a dream

When He met she
Upon She meeting he
he proposed to the Devil
and the devil replied,
"Do not be late!"
"Caution awaits!"

Something I heard in a dream

When He met she
Upon She meeting he
he proposed to the Devil
and the devil replied,
"Do not be late!"
"Caution awaits!"

Cockroach Villanelle

I lay on my back, flicking my head
You kicked me aside on your way up the stair
Hey man, I'm trying to be dead

Once, your girlfriend found me in your bed
She screamed bloody murder and washed her hair
I lay on my back, flicking my head

You could have squashed me, but I sit here instead
for three days now, flailing my legs in the air
Hey man, I'm trying to be dead

I'll still be here when you humans are dead
After you've poisoned the last clean air
I lay on my back, flicking my head.

You went to the kitchen to get some bread
And kicked me again, way over there
I lay on my back, flicking my head
Hey man, I'm trying to be dead.

Redo

The yearning
for a do-over,
the need to repeat things
the right way
is not nearly as entertaining
as the want
to do it again
even wronger than before

Saying the right words
can't compare to the immediate
satisfaction
of the wrong actions
if I've already screwed up in the past
who's to keep my correction
from going all out with it?

I see the face of my interviewer
not entirely recallable, but distinctly describable
Shrunk
Dolled
Icy
Blonde
Indifferent

I see the face of my interviewer
upset from her routine, as the day would have it
To busy to get a line of coke off the toilet seats