At Monkey Mountain izakaya
our dining room is a wooden cave.
We talk death and sashimi:
Noriko’s having none of either,
Doesn’t like raw fish and is a pragmatic Christian convert.
“I like the ethics and the kindness
But I don’t think only Christianity is right.
I can’t protest about Japan’s Buddhism
and marriage is not just for a man and a woman.
There should be more options.”
I say that would be a good epitaph.
We get a free first round of beer from her coupons,
order bacon and asparagus on skewers
until Miyuki comes.
It’s a sign.