Teriyaki


By H.S. White
May 24, 2012 Bookmark and Share

Asian lunchtime-girl sits alone
In stygian samurai fog
Looks agog at no one
Cries alone
Sometimes-------------Asian lunchtime-girl drifts
Upon bitter gray floes
Chill desperate solitude
And wonders, too
Asian lunchtime-girl cuts
Peels away
Drains away shame
And fault
And loathing…
Worms of solace
Alone------------------Asian lunchtime-girl frowns
Cuts
And scars
It's a warm place
Escape
Asian lunchtime-girl feels
Knows…
Grows…
Drifts…
Cuts…
Frowns…
Falls…
Warms------Peels----HATES…

Asian lunchtime-girl waits…waits

(Where is our Asian lunchtime-girl? who eats and cries alone and moves negated through bustling corridors concealing fresh wounds and faint evidence of her warm self-mutilation. How often we think of her now-of the sadness in her eyes-of her mystery-and wonder, too, if the lunchtime prince ever came to her rescue…)