Next, we meet
Misaki-san.
Her fashion point
is orange and her
preferred fashion area
is Shimokitazawa.
Misaki’s fashion point is orange
and she is very beautiful
and if I could buy a ticket
for a train here in Chicago
that traveled on train tracks to her
I would visit her in real life
to talk about Japanese trains.
The fashion world, mainstream or fringe,
might call my fashion point woeful —
not ‘empty-lot’ but counterfeit
‘empty-lot,’ parking lot shadow —
a color-space no computer
could organize and no craft knife
could cut into lines, curves or planes.
If clothing is a train we wear
and fashion is paying the fare,
I walk along the tracks and stare
at the landscape ripped up and bare
between stations, out in the air,
somehow spared from industry’s care
like empty lots: Wild flowers grow there.
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The Harajuku Station Forever
Japanese Train Stations Forever
This Is Not “Fashion Bulletin I’m Yours”
Beautiful People Are Courageous
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