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Zen of Sushi
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Dedications You walk in and stare,
your eyes filled with yearning,
your palate needing to be satiated.
But your starved appetite
isn't for the California Roll;
your hunger is for me.
You look at me the way
I have not been
looked at in years.
It's desire,
just desire,
and nothing else.
I thought it would satisfy me,
that this is what
I have been wanting.
But this was doing the opposite:
you were making me feel
more empty than ever.
My soul, a gaping hole
and my future,
utterly destroyed.
And for what?
To feel lusted after?
To have passion again?
As if those things
ever made me feel happy
in the past.
When everything that does
is sitting at work
filled with love for me.
