by Chiemi Souen

Jiji’s garage, there,
under the house. The smell
of dirt, mold, moth
balls, and cat shit.

Fingers clinging to the chocolate-brown lattice
under the mint-green house.
Eyes see through the filtered sunlight.

See:
Cardboard boxes filled with old
photos and papers, empty
sake gallon
bottles, bamboo
fishing poles, throw
nets, old garden gloves,
rusty sickles, rubber boots,
tabis, old rice
bags, shoyu cans, empty milk
bottles, a wooden
washboard, and lots of glass
jars filled with nails
and screws.

photo credit: Manuel Sardo Unsplash