Sushi
I am a sushi.
I wonder what I taste like.
I hear people chopping others up into pieces.
I see people in a line to eat tasty food.
I want to jump off the table.
I am going to get eaten!
I pretend I am not a sushi.
I feel two sticks holding me.
I touch her tongue.
I understand I’ll make her feel good.
I say, “I am a sushi. I am supposed to be eaten.”
I dream she will be happy after she eats me.
