Avana Sushi

birthday gluttony; twenty-five years wrapped in flesh, softbound and salty


meat cheese spice bread crunch rustle hot in my hand, foil, pickled onions bright


bubbling quiet, glow, lace, fire, birds underfoot, a home for wand’rers

Darwins Ltd.

things just look better on a doily, offsetting sheer, plump, vain glory


a-burst, blindingly fresh; blood and bark binds us in photosynthesis