Andrew Campana is the poet who recommended I read The Collected Works Of Chika Sagawa, and I'm grateful he did. Here's his interaction with her work.
A night wind
Neon flutters at the parking lot edge
The road is slick with petals
All grit and gentleness and half-eaten colour
The husk of a cicada hoards rain under its carapace
Smoke gathers, then is gathered
Filled with caffeine and sugar
A vending machine hums softly to itself
I look out through the wire mesh glass
At the light hitting the light hitting the trees
Five apartment buildings all face a single garden
Shivering under the weight of the Wi-Fi
An ongoing conversation between writers and the text that they're reading.