Sep
2011 20
2011 20
Poetry
SHINJUKU MORNING Cassandra Atherton You feed me prawn gyozas for breakfast. Early in the morning. In the Shinjuku Prince Hotel. You give each prawn parcel a little squeeze between your fleshy thumb and forefinger before you reach across the table. My mouth opens. A little pink ‘O’ and you fill it to the brim. Pink ...
