Poetry of the hand
In conversation with the mouth -
Small portions clenched
Between two sticks then teeth -
We chew mouthfuls before we swallow,
Digesting text spiced with subtext -
After separating fake wasabi
And Kikkoman soy sauce
From the palate-cleansing ginger,
We work the meat from light to dark;
At our sushi bar raw art is edible
In smaller portions of incredible meaning -
Read my seaweed tongue in the darkness
As you deep kiss dead fish and rice.
