april 16 . sushi rumination

smoked salmon sashimi

tender and moist

falls apart

in my mouth, and
i lower the chopsticks
to savor the taste,
sweet, and salty, and soft,
sliding around my tongue
and down my throat.

i feel less human,
wanting to devour
this raw fish--

so close to life,
this little death that feeds me.

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So, I haven't had time to write all weekend because my best friend/"brother" Tom was in visiting from Baltimore.  And sometimes, priorities just don't include writing.  But I'm back and working on catching up... though this will probably mean a few short poems.  Hope everyone's weekend has gone well!


-Lindy