Love, they say
All the things
Except for the smell of fish,
the depiction of history,
the strength in her story,
the nuance in speech,
the reason you fell for love anyway.
The art is ancient.
The memories are difficult.
There’s war, there’s starvation, there’s force, betrayal.
She’s not a servant, not your mistress, not absent of morals, not raking your gold.
There’s a difference between hibachi and teppanyaki, you know?
There was devotion, you couldn’t divine.
There was love, you couldn’t discern.
You were too busy being in love with all the things Japanese.