HARAJUKU, TOKYO
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By Alan Ireland
Beneath a Hello Kitty banner,
the six members of the Sumire Suicide Club
are holding a 'graduation ceremony'.
Even anorexic Reiko is here,
her head in her hands,
still overdosed on daylight.
The four-and-a-half-mat room
is barely large enough
for the patchwork quilt of memories.
'Do you remember the time...?'
The voice trails off, is lost among
abandoned soba bowls.
In Apartment 17, the afternoon fades
as slowly as the smile
of the androgynous pink panther.