Sickness in the Geisha Region

Sickness in the Geisha Region, it's
.......the title.
E-mailed from splitsecond
Osaka to clap tricksilent
in Amy's inbox. From total brainstem
blooming lotus-belt
........fantasy, New York City.

Myung wants to know
Bad or good, reply

only if you're ambivalent.
She's been studying

outside Shanghai, laterally
here in the land of her

enemy tradition. And already
has decided, unswerving

through whimsy, even
traffic here is more neutral.

............ Oppressively so.
.........Over the past
.....three hugless weeks
she's noted a

....growing tan-need
..........for the pale of the computer.
..............Studying Japanese

by fearing to speak it.

Amy's response is in poem-form.
A ladylush sestina. "Memoirs
..............on the
..... Tether", a snark-drop
...............to herself in the title.

Over her sixth month, her left shoulder
on the lapscreen's zit sheen

she sees little mentions through the words.
The words are tenuous. In Georgia font. But

their friend they've dissolved in a dorm room
to recombine, like the digitized gun geek

shredded in Willy Wonka, inside-outside
is populous and affectionate, like air.

She sits humbling it. And in the guest here
over the shrunk not there, a trickle

in the doubled second story window, she swears
.........no seeming trees out near. Where?

Down the artesian hole of the inbox, where
...................her feeling stares--

one flick she controls, by surprise, while she shares.