#sushi
Their names are:
Katie, Bobo, Bear--
Max and Buddy,
Sushi and
Grafin Hegwig von Stubenrein*,
Hedy for short.
For 30 years, dachshunds, chihuahuas
and miniature schnauzers.
Chihuahuas are definitely
the undercover dogs,
but dachshunds will burrow too.
Hedy and Buddy at the foot
of the bed, cross- and lengthwise.
Bobo too, but anywise.
Sushi and Max like it
when we sleep on our sides--
preferring the crooks of the knees.
Katie was an armpit dog.
Dogs are mobile and in a pinch
do double duty as a heating pad--
but a cold nose on bare skin
is welcome in the heat of the summer.
Night or nap, the company is welcome--
Did we rescue them or did they rescue us?
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
sea
eagle
eyes
sushi
shikaree*
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
Sometimes you wake up and your plans for the week have burned down.
You find the owners of the buildings got into a fistfight,
blaming each other for its destruction and were arrested.
I guess that means we can check it off the list of things to say goodbye to.
Time to renegotiate and go for something like that hole in the wall pizza joint with all the awards on the wall.
Time to kayak on the only part of the LA River that isn't concrete.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 2:00 AM UTC
Caught from that rich jade
Sea, you slice me thin, bearing
My raw abundance
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC
I blush at the thought
of reading any of my
ancient poetry
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
in an old notebook
I found something disturbing
on every page
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
little ball of fur
claws and sandpaper kisses
too pure for this world
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 9:15 AM UTC
I forget their names
and I din't visit them, but
they're like my children
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
don't wait to donate
your soul needs good insurance
for what is to come
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
gotta light the spark
let it burn and fade away
unlearn a few things
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
full of excitement
never a time she's not
happy to see me
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
ever thought the grass
might be a little greener
because you're not there?
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
make great people, but
people make terrible dogs
...and stuff such as that
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
The throbbing, consuming see
Filling and emptying, bear.
Rushing-- riptide -- ravaging, flea!
It does not dry,
It does not sate,
It serves not to berate
The pushing, pressuring sea
Cleaning and dirtying, bare.
Calming. Candor. Caressing, Be.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
sushi
the empty fishbowl
in the Chinese restaurant
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
sashimissingoldfish
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
(This pain will be useful to you one day.)
TOMORROW – there will be a girl who is not you.
I’m taking her out to dinner with a friend,
(who used to be your friend, but you ignored them until they had better sense to do the same)
(but not me, never me, until I was dragging myself through glass to talk to you)
and we’re going to get sushi.
This new girl and I are going to have fun.
She reminds me of you, but don’t think of her as a replacement. Where you were ice, she is fire and warmth. A reminder of what we had that was good, without the
(thorns)
problems that came later on.
But, through the smiles and laughter and gorging on
(happiness)
raw fish, you’re still going to show up. The uninvited
(ghost)
guest.
You will be sitting with us.
In the car.
At our table.
Walking behind us in the cool, crisp evening.
You will be in all the spaces
(cracks)
in between.
You
Will
Be
Stealing
(gleefully)
My
Air.
(Only if I let you, though)
I will deal with you, however. You are there by my
(grace)
permission only. Not to scorn me, but so that I can show you.
Everything that could have been.
(I saw your light)
(Why didn’t you see mine?)
You are not the epitaph on my life. You are not where my love goes to die.
I will move on.
(And carry you gently with me)
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
O Toro, my Toro!
You bring me no sorrow!
Just you on a plate,
O my taste buds can’t wait!
Atop a small mound of rice is where you beautifully sit perched,
I know that my whole life it was for you that I’ve searched!
The light dances off of your gentle pink hue like a star,
A phosphorescent culinary delight is what you are.
I embrace you with chopsticks, eyes closed, and place you on my tongue;
And your flavor ********** that proceeds keeps me feeling young.
You’re creamy and buttery in all the right places!
You ended up here with me only by God’s good graces.
Onto my tongue melts your morsels of fat,
Rich decadence coats my mouth and my inhibitions go flat.
I can’t ever get enough; I want more, I need more!
Your soft savory texture hugs my mouth and warms my core.
I swallow you wearing a smile unlike any I’ve worn before,
Your gentle ocean tuna taste lingers and leaves me wanting more
O Toro, my Toro;
You leave me and my appetite so Zen,
And I’ll be dwelling in our memories until we meet again.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
I didn't expect you
to go where I was staying
while waiting for people to come out.
You said hello
and it took all the courage inside
to say hello
as if my heart is not doing
a sommersault.
We hung out again today
and had a good laugh
over sushi and coffee
and I tried to absorb as much as I
could take in:
your eyes,
the way your lips move when you speak,
laugh,
smile.
The way you run your hands
through your hair
every three minutes.
The way your hands
move with your stories,
always knowing the right gestures.
How you would hold open the door and stand back a little
so I could enter first.
The little valley
on the space between your eyebrows
that forms when you zone out.
How much sugar you put
in your coffee.
How lightly you touch me
when you tap my shoulder.
How you walk.
I drink you in,
Every small and big detail I could.
I also notice the differences
that has taken place
over the course of our friendship.
We are more relaxed,
more open
even in discussing
the deeper parts of our lives.
You are more honest,
less guarded,
more willing to show me
your flaws.
And I drink you in,
as much as I could.
I noticed how lately
our minds are in sync,
and we start saying the same things
at the same time.
We finish each other's
sentences and thoughts.
And we both relax at the same time
knowing when to pause.
How we match each other's pace
when walking
and how we know
what the other is thinking.
And it took a lot
of self control
to remind myself
not to hope too much.
But I'd be lying
if I said I wasn't.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC