Sushi Stomachs. by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Have you seen those sushi stomachs

cut open?  The way the worms pile out

like a losing soccer pitch frenzy.  All that uncooked

food for top dollar from years of high end restaurants

that go by a number or some stupid backlit name that

translates to: Leaf.  And it’s not even enough to be

called eating, it’s gastronomy.  As though the science

of not cooking your food so that you are filled with worms

that eat away your stomach is a good thing.  And I know more

than a few that swear by it.
 Slim university types who will

correct your grammar before they ever try reaching orgasm.

Of course they are slim, they are being eaten away by worms.

Whenever I run into them, I see only worms.

It is hard to shake hands without thinking about it.

Always smile because that is the polite thing

to do.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a male gigolo for hire.  Presently residing along the sunny shores of Guantanamo Bay, Cuba where he spends his days drinking discount Tequila and accusing chemtrails of being "sky farts."  His work can be found both in print and online in such joints as: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Under The Bleachers.