Sushi Circle,
a counting poem

One cog oiled with slick of eel. Two demi-gems of shrimp, no peel. Three plates wobble to and fro; each holds four heaps of glistening roe. Salmon with five tiger stripes ride six saucers through the night. Seven strips of orange frill trimmed from eight great tentacles. Nine beasts I am loathe to try turn ten as the eel again throbs by.

Sarah Sloat

Sarah Sloat (sjanesloat@yahoo.com) will eat any animal that is made of chocolate, head first. She blogs at http://theraininmypurse.blogspot.com/.