Never Forget Your First Roll
I remember rice
glutinous a sexual
awakening rapt
with nori was I
eighteen maybe twenty-one
that feeling maki
deconstructed joy
from consumptive innocence
into two fingers
coloured plates counting
every grain's revelation
eating freedom my
breasts as a platter
pleasured in precise order
formations she'll roll
I remember past
contextual now comfort
freedom in these hands
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can't stop watching
the YouTube
compilations
obsessed with every
palette knife smooth
clean strokes
alchemic transformation
of sponge to canvas
cake to masterpiece
hours upon hours lost in
sugared finery a mindless
hyperbole of carbohydrates
hundreds and
thousands of empty
calories and still
there is more to like
bitterness in sweet
willingness subscribes
to tyranny a dependent
brain cannot
avoid
can't stop clicking
addiction
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the beat each hart maintains
is it a body inside the pastry
case for the prosecution yet
the ultimate solution is not
meeting in the middle but
an aubergine cheesed upon
a griddle me this mystery
why is this every timeline
telling me as yet I cannot
accept being vegetarian
because ancestral memory
is beating inside me and
berries will never be enough
Flights, Issue Nine, June 2023
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