a little bowl of tamari
I cried 
I pictured it, a homely bowl
of blue and grey 
the coarse glaze
and the pool of tamari
its kind gaze

between us a shared meal
chilli in the pho yes 
garlic too 
but nothing bitter like
you do your weekend and I’ll do mine or
seems like you’ve got it all mapped out or
do you ever actually listen to yourself 
that makes your guts flash freeze

we’re stuck at the step of the recipe
that instructs remove chicken thighs 
and shred using two forks

but I am dreaming of a little bowl of tamari
one table, two sets of chopsticks