WASABI!!! An ode to a finely ground root

my chopstick slices down through the perfectly squeezed flower of electric lime green goo severing just enough of that finely ground root to completely coat the surface of my avocado sushi roll.

with heightened anticipation I pop the morsel wholly into my mouth and await the burning rush – that total cranium experience – that cleansing fire carried in the unassuming soft mush.


that tantalizing paste

sending a steamy hot flush of pure torridity to creep steadily from my throat across my cheeks and through my sinuses with pure rushing intensity

the very top of my head tingles with waves of scorching sensation


that finely ground root

that tantalizing paste