TOKYO STRANGER

For instance, there right now exists
a being as strange as this one:

an effortlessly rhythmic, hip-thrusting,
hot-pink-nylon-clad & go-go-dancing
showgirl, working the graveyard shift,
glittering in a neon-soaked Tokyo club
on some street in a land
pronounced ‘/jəˈpan/’

while for us it’s simply 2:00pm.