stick
๐๐๐ฆ๐
walking stick
on the conveyor belt
at the airport
the official
picked it up
and called after
the old couple
who had just left
“I think you’ve left this”
they turned back
still fiddling
with belts
and jackets
this was the moment
that I had dreaded
“the stick is mine”
all three
looked at me
mute
I still thought of myself
as a fuckin’ Samurai
I still thought of the stick
as belonging to my dad
it’s not a katana
ssssssik
with its rubber ferrule
thomp thomp
my cheeks burned
with a clamour
I couldn’t name
as I thomp
thomped away
๐ข๐ท๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐
๐ช๐ฏ ๐ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐๐ฑ๐ผ ๐๐ง๐ค๐
๐จ๐ ๐ ๐บ๐๐น๐
๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฉ๐ค
๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ณ๐
๐ฏ ๐๐น๐ค๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ผ
๐ ๐ด๐ค๐ ๐๐ณ๐๐ฉ๐ค
๐ฃ๐ต ๐ฃ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐ณ๐๐ ๐ค๐ง๐๐
“๐ฒ ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฟ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐”
๐๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐
๐๐๐ฆ๐ค ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ฆ๐
๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐๐
๐ฏ ๐ก๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐
๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ช๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ด๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฏ๐
๐๐จ๐ ๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐
“๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฏ”
๐น๐ค ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ
๐ค๐ซ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ
๐ฅ๐ฟ๐
๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ค ๐๐น๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ง๐ค๐
๐จ๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐ณ๐๐ฆ๐ฏ ยท๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฑ
๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ค ๐๐น๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐
๐จ๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ช๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐
๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ช๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฉ
๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐
๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐๐ผ ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ค
๐๐ช๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ช๐ฅ๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐ป๐ฏ๐
๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐จ๐ฅ๐ผ
๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ฅ
๐จ๐ ๐ฒ ๐๐ช๐ฅ๐
๐๐ช๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ
