Sun hit the corner sushi bar in the phony
Village of pretended neighborhood shops.
Commentary completed. Daughter ate
Nigiri with her fingers to avoid either
The embarrassment of chopsticks or forks.
Body sipped a beer and wolfed down squid
With the disposable sticks from paper
Sleeves that said the world a tossing is.
On the only and final journey of the self
The day rotated sedately toward uncertain
End. We spend so much life wondering
About death largely because we can't
Imagine very far ahead. Death solves this
Inadequacy. Those who die have only
Simple darkness to imagine. Body thought
It was impressive to think such things.
Daughter was more interested in testing
The point at which lemonade mixed
With water became more water than
Lemonade. Sun hit the corner of the sushi
Bar in the suburban heart of nowhere.
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