Belonging

Belonging

Midnight of the arriving day

is spent for unpacking my suitcase

filled with the scent of America.

My mind is dangled in the two

unlike airs as my journal, sweater,

and scarf emit this strange perfume.

My parents tell me that I smell

too much like someone else from gaikoku,

that it’s like they’re inviting me as a guest

over the dinner—then I remember

when my father came back from

Jakarta after years, his bags and packages

were put in the hallway like exotic

furniture, that smelled like nasi goreng

or the deep-fried bread

that made him so big and tired,

an unnecessarily old man.

A.M
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メモ：
それぞれの国には、独特の「香り」があります。毎度アメリカに降り立つときにする、アメリカの香りや、成田へ到着したときの香り。イギリスの、香りも大好き。インドネシアの香りは、数年前までは、「父の香り」でした。
人間も動物なんだ、と思う。


渡り鳥も、大陸の様々な香りを感じることなど、あるのかしら。