Sushi Part 1

My first time at Shogun Teppanyaki,

I ordered noodles

and let the slices of fish on rice

slide by.

I stuck my head in a Redwall

and slurped

as my mum and auntie

poised cylinders to their mouths

with sticks.

When I was finished,

I put the bowl of dredges

on the conveyor belt

like I was sure I was supposed to,

to take it back into the kitchen.

As an increasing amount of widening eyes followed it,

a wobbling giant piece of porcelain,

I learnt how trying to be responsible can

come right back around

in an unsavoury way.

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