A woman's
hand,
warm,
can't make
sushi.
I must be
a different
breed,
or my hands
are cold.
I make sushi
very well.
And if an eye
could sigh
mine would.
I want something
alive
not,
hemmed in by
sad hips
and old books.
Who
am I?
Just a
woman
whos touches
only
cold rice?
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