SUSHI WAFTS
Early morning
shivers
up my legs
but who cares
I can't feel them anyway
a soft gentle voice
adjusts tubes and cylinders,
lays a blocked blanket across my
square shoulder chessboard
now
Between rooks in the distance, gates loom
horses whinny loudly, sound nears quickly
the king
and all the pawns wrap icy arms around themselves
as finally my carriage arrives puffing
with the brown-haired queen
I know so well
while she opens the door
she beckons for me to get in
and folds away my chair
Sushi wafts from the take-out box on my lap:
ginger,
soy sauce,
the wasabi warm like the running engine
stuck in the overflown parking lot spot:
She and I eat the whole damn salmon roll lot.
Our fingers unroyally covered in fishy rice.
***
Collaboration poem by
Wesley C and Darren White
horses whinny loudly, sound nears quickly
the king
and all the pawns wrap icy arms around themselves
as finally my carriage arrives puffing
with the brown-haired queen
I know so well
while she opens the door
she beckons for me to get in
and folds away my chair
Sushi wafts from the take-out box on my lap:
ginger,
soy sauce,
the wasabi warm like the running engine
stuck in the overflown parking lot spot:
She and I eat the whole damn salmon roll lot.
Our fingers unroyally covered in fishy rice.
***
Collaboration poem by
Wesley C and Darren White
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