I often eat sushi, California rolls
in attempt to swallow your home
and criticize its taste so I can take its place
to prove that the east coast can be sweeter
and to give you
the only option: salivate over my image like the Beverly Hills girls do for you
and let us embody the honeymoon phase from Harvest to Blue moon
I can leave lesser lovers
and have you as my only keeper
if I’m protected by your green gaze
or the paths you create
like God
because you save
the land for creatures that can play hide & seek in your small hands
if my mother isn’t keen on having the perfect person share my bed
the couch is always free for your dormant fantasies and oversized jeans
as LA is digesting what you’ve left behind and I-
the words left unsaid
I peel sushi from plastic and look underneath
in hopes of finding your body wrapped in rice and seaweed
it’s fitting to find you indulging in a now edible thrift shopping spree
remembering what you told me:
we are both getting dressed for nights of lonely
in between each drink you write me lines of poetry
let me imagine you hidden in shrimp delicacies
one way I can keep you in between my teeth
instead of licking envelopes clean
you’re slimy from soy sauce and your phone is purposely lost
at the restaurant or in between couch cushions
it costs
eight dollars for this meal that makes me think of you
do you accept pennies for your thoughts?
or have you already let me in for a dime
gets a good time at a low price
I’m tired of this being treated as a vice
I wish God was perfect and made lavender the color of every rose
and that you thought of me as the creator of everything we will never know
like why cream cheese compliments certain sushi rolls
or if the taste of true love casted a spell on your tongue
ensuring you’ll still love me when the day is done
when the dead fish on my plate
is dead and gone
and I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you serve on Rodeo Drive
but what I have here is enough to get by