"Backside" by Chika Sagawa.
"Night eats color.
Flower bouquets lose their fake ornaments.
Day falls into the leaves like sparkling fish.
The shapeless dreams and trees struggle like the lowly mud
nurtured outside this shriveled, deridable despair.
And the space that was chopped down
tickles the weeds by its feet.
Fingers stained with cigarette tar
caress the writhing darkness and the people move forward."