It’s a usual day of work, if work is
to reach people. The sashimi are prepped—some rest on a bed of rice while some lay naked and raw. Others would be fit
in coats of rice, others suit up in noris
black. Rolled with crops and fish and meat
before boarding the sushi trai-
n. Along and along, up with the plate
then up by the sticks. Through teeth
then a boom of flavor in the mouth.
It’s a usual day of work, if work is
to reach people and bring joy.
NaPoWrimo April 20 prompt, a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about.
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