Sushi Girl by Tricia Marcella Cimera

this girl thinks
she is scamming
that guy who keeps
her in booze & sushi /
she she she doesn’t care
about him what a fool
whatever happens later
hardly matters
who remembers
hey big spender
she gets to eat Maki  drink saké
for free /
she she she doesn’t know
when he grins at her
across the sticky table
he sees her pink & raw
rolled up tight
on his plate waiting to be
chopsticked waiting for
his teeth his tongue
rice is pure  not her /
he knows everything
about Sushi Girl is fishy
he doesn’t care
she gives it away
for free free free

Tricia Marcella Cimera is a Midwestern poet with a worldview. Look for her work in these diverse places (some forthcoming): Anti-Heroin Chic, Buddhist Poetry Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Foliate Oak, Failed Haiku, I Am Not A Silent Poet, In Between Hangovers, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Wild Plum and elsewhere. She has two micro collections, THE SEA AND A RIVER and BOXBOROUGH POEMS, on the Origami Poems Project website. Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland). She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox and keeps a Poetry Box in her front yard.


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