மாய வட்டங்கள்

why does she make him wait ages — a man who has no patience even to read a haiku? he drinks his tea while it's still steaming, then wakes the screen that went dark a moment ago and pulls down the notification bar — anxious that a message might have arrived without sound. the moon that melted last winter never grew back. everything that came after are only phantom circles cast in its likeness. — haka