Sushi Poem
We are eating sushi this time, together.
It is very delicate — the way your fingers,
intent as a heron’s legs, walk
your chopsticks to the rolls. Equally
delicate: the way you pull each bundle
of fish free from its battalion formation,
and fuss it through a puddle of soy
sauce. The nature of beauty is strain—
this, articulated in the tendons of your hand
that contract and knot and flex to draw
something small and jewel-bright
into the bowstring curve of your mouth.
—Daniel Grover
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Dan Grover is a poet from Boston, Massachusetts. He received is Master of Fine Arts in Poetry from Boston University, and works by day as a freelance writer. His poems have appeared in Assaracus Magazine, as well as other places. When not writing, he tries to find time to pet every dog in Boston.