I keep a journal by my bed
of Ihouse days in loose leafs.
Clipped with Salon Night flyers
and Pub Party announcements.
With pictures of men and women
who welcomed me into their worlds.
These worlds came to me over dinner tables,
in elevators, on Main Lounge sofas.
They came to me in Japanese Language Exchanges,
in Spring Balls, in Sakura Park snowball fights.
Each magical day is renewed,
with moving images and live music
in my mind once again
as I close my eyes and listen
to the sounds of people talking
walking, shouting, whispering, laughing, dancing...
close my eyes and I walk on the hallway of Ihouse again.
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