Don't I Know You From Somewhere

If I were a sushi roll

Traversing through a Japanese kitchen

I would be mostly fascinated

By the people there

Their welcoming arms

And their strange voices

Their fingers flying around

Immersed in conversation

I would like to ask them a question

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

They would be too busy to answer me

Too hungry and happy with their lives

Busy soaking up the atmosphere

And this restaurant with pictures of slinky fish

On the wall

The sharp sound of knives

And the smell of soy and ginger

Still in their nostrils

I would be in awe of their breath

Their breath, their breath

I could hardly wait

To be lifted into their mouths

And get broken in two

And lie there melting

Somewhere between

The sadness of their tongue and teeth

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"