Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.50 Belly to the sushi bar*

Belly to the sushi bar

I watch
white dots,
the pink, the orange
layers on top,
the squish between fingers,
a green algae wrap,
their focus on putting an order together.
Fast as it happens,
eyes squint to the light,
squid lays there scored white.
I notice black cloaked arms and their shadows
reach with right hands
grasping fish dappled bites
and green slides of avocado
now secured to white rafts.
They spoon eggs over turrets of nori
make orange crowned chapels
of offerings,
their fresh sacrifice
mixing with vinegar,
sweet like soft apples.

© Kåre Enga [166.50] 2009-05-06