Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Magic Yam Roll

My brother and I decided to go for sushi
at an all you can eat place
we used to go to all time.

As we approached, the place had been displaced.
wasn't it several meters west?
Surely I must have made a mistake.

But when we walked in it was a totally different place,
with an all new golden good-luck kitty.
They moved the motherfucker after all.

We stuffed ourselves on all you can eat
and I dutifully consumed the last yam roll.
But I looked at the plate and there is was again,
staring back at me in all its fat, pale-yellow glory.

Surely I must have made a mistake.

I closed my eyes as I stuffed it in my mouth,
and imagined that when I opened them
I would wake up in a different place.



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