Just a poem today (for better or verse)
“Sashimi” by yours truly
Sashimi. Don’t come near me.
But please hear me:
Punctured skin, begin again.
Raw fish, sometimes deiish.
She saw me and seems not to like what she saw (of) me.
You may want to outlaw me.
Primal flaw.
“You don’t care at all about me;
So I will flee.”
She saw me. She see me. Sashimi.