At the Shirotaya, a diner for cutlets on skewers, a bar hostess with her child brought tempura flour.
In every morning and in every evening, some dietary supplements by my hand, I toss as beanbags.
By jet lag, I'll eat lunch of mackerel in miso on a sultry day in mid‐summer.
Have no home to come back to, like Peter Schlemihls created by Adelbert von Chamisso, or Alien Pegassa from his dark zone.
By your side, warm beer in your beer mug, it is called as if it's unsophisticated.