swordfish fried
tuna raw
fish feast
catch
don't carry
your lunch
'not bok choy'
she says, 'it's the
spoon veggie'
two spoons
between us
spooning
fish crisp -
the rice pot
rings ready
salmon parts
baby eggplants pop
atop the tofu
milk heavy -
she kicks the coconut
into the kitchen
dry heat
the slosh, slosh
of the coconut
stirring moment
leeks
in her wok
smoked octopus
and watercress canapes
expact's bite
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