It’s hard to explain the
Satisfaction of
One roll,
Divided into eight
P i e c e s.
Bathed in soy sauce,
Topped with perhaps,
Too
Much
Wasabi.
That feeling in your
Nose, with the
Tears and the
Almost crying.
How I love to suffer
Through the journey
Of Wasabi
Marry me, like you
Marry the flavors of—
Oooooh ma mee.
Takeout
Never Felt So Classy.
Have you ever been
So obsessed with a food
That you go home and
Read the recipes,
Watch the movies,
Learn the tricks of the sushi trade,
All so you can practice
By yourself?
You’re not even bragging
When you say
“I get sushi.”
Yes,
Give me that no greasy fill,
That rice on the inside,
Sesame flavors singing from afar.
Order too much
Finish it all,
Live and soak in that feeling of
Fullness,
For you’ll be hungry again in
Two hours—
Don’t you worry.
