it was Monday the Sun went into hiding
slowly behind the skyscrapers
New York
swallows into a hole
there is a little light left along with some other colours
on the tip of the Empire State building
I can see the people working across the way windows are open like galleries
there is a man yelling on the phone hard at work and a woman whose face can only read that she is restless
there is a janitor on the lower level he is cleaning up the mess of those workers who are too inconsiderate and selfish to ever even care
About the Creator
marnie
a different type of poetry
Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan6 days ago in Wander
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