hometime

Walkers
    salty crunchy
nori
    crispy, crispy, done
black packs with white ticks
    pretend to be goalposts
until the distant apron yells out
    close to me and my friends

red/white bowls of rice
    bland but subtly sweet
steam
    waves above sweet and sour rocks
an enamel island
    calling Godzilla
chopsticks
    still heavy, sliding and pinching

How was school today?