Number twos line up, two of us with the stupidity, to do up our hairs. Or, on February second, two of us with Gudon the monster, to do up our hairs.
In the lavatory, to be greedy for natto, my stomach rumbling.
With disposable chopsticks, waiting for three minutes, the water warming.
To lose and cry, a woman with a cigar, kissing because of.
My stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, like a refrigerator. Or, my stomach rumbling, sounds of squeaking, going to a refrigerator.