the wasabi burns
your nose,
makes your eyes bleed
with tears,
places a puddle of sweat
on top of your smooth head.
it takes a minute
to speak,
your throat frozen
from the spice and heat.
someone says, good?
and you nod yes,
reaching for water
and more
trouble with another
fork full
of meat.
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