Day 38 – Sushi Love

One roll,
Two rolls,
Three, four, five

Sushi on a Friday,
What a time to be alive

Salmon,
Wasabi,
Spicy tuna,
Eel

Rolled and chopped in pieces
Is my favorite kind of meal

Maki,
Tempura,
Nigiri,
Ponzu

I’m happy as a panda
Sharing sushi rolls with you

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Year 2: Day 81 – A Minimalist Perspective On Vacations And Food

There is something in me
that can’t quit at quittin’ time,
something that runs until it collapses,
that doesn’t believe in vacations-
long spats of couch suicide
and boxes of Queen Ann cherry cordials.

Never at any time do I wish
to go to Disney World.
I don’t know what I’d do.
I eat the same thing for dinner
four nights in a row.

Though my laughter in hidden places
is vibrant and real,
I am the other hand in relation
to a spoon-fed dream
which would tempt me with all the things
I haven’t tasted.

And the war-needle of pity
would have me believe that’s something wrong,
something in me that turns away
all their treats-
they will not understand
or they refuse to accept
that even though I am not full,
I am not hungry.

Year 2: Day 55 – Spaghetti, Spaghotti

Spaghetti, spaghotti
in my Maserati
Spaghetti, spaghini
in my Lamborghini

I’d eat spaghetti anywhere
as long as it’s with you

Spaghetti, spaghuzzi
in my jacuzzi
Spaghetti, spaghet
in my jumbo jet

Of all the foods that money can buy
none are richer than this

Spaghetti, spaghee
that you made for me,
Spaghetti, spaghoo
that I eat with you