Saturday, December 27, 2008

Sushi Syllable

I'm shipping seventeen uncooked syllables across the ocean
packed in fish crates and cargo holds
to a foreign country
ATTN: the mouth of a hungry American boy
who tickles my heart with his tongue when he tastes my sushi stanza
raw and rare
no pretense
no pretend
just Japan and me
haikuing our way between tomorrow and today
14 hours at a time


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