Poem #1 for the November Poem-A-Day challenge.
It means “cooked sushi roll”
maki yaki
(mine are raw, though)
terrible house music on the speakers
(but I’m wearing headphones to block it out)
the concrete block hangs above, suspended by a thread
(mom says not to worry, it won’t fall)
wasabi shoots through my sinuses
(stirs an already agitated brain)
my nerves are raw
(maki yaki)
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