my blind date mutters
before eating anything
oh, you're a writer ...
a flotilla of sushi boats
floating round and round
half asleep
I listen to the beating sound
inside my chest
and yet the voice in my head
whispers, you're a failed writer
what if I were rich?
her parting words linger
in the cold air,
my mind was in love
but not my body
FYI: Wooden sushi boats, shaped like Japanese wasens, are a traditional and elegant way to serve sushi in a Japanese-owned, upscale restaurant.
