Tonight's Poet Corner: Tempura Sushi
Tempura Sushi
by Belinda Roddie
Curious
how the battered fingers
rise from seaweed - a rolled
up ocean, wrapped around
a shriveled hand. The heat
subsides,
but the taste lingers in
the back of your throat:
the ample curves of
the Pacific, jet streams
drawing catches into
steaming nets. Apart
from the flavor,
the ambience
of the restaurant,
as you devour the fried
palm of God, is
simply sublime.
by Belinda Roddie
Curious
how the battered fingers
rise from seaweed - a rolled
up ocean, wrapped around
a shriveled hand. The heat
subsides,
but the taste lingers in
the back of your throat:
the ample curves of
the Pacific, jet streams
drawing catches into
steaming nets. Apart
from the flavor,
the ambience
of the restaurant,
as you devour the fried
palm of God, is
simply sublime.
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