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Six Days in Japan

by Telly McGaha

It was so different from America: the language, the food, the culture, the alphabet. At times, it was too much and I was overwhelmed trying to process it all, but I loved every minute of it. I also loved you. You took me to the cafĂ© to get okonomiyaki, the regional dish of Hiroshima. I tried it but didn’t like it and it stunned the entire restaurant, and embarrassed you when I asked the chef for salt. That meant, in your eyes, I could never live in Japan and could never be with you, but did you ever stop to think you should’ve ordered me the shrimp and cheese okonomiyaki instead of the udon?

6S

Telly McGaha loves writing poetry and posts it here. He still travels abroad, still lives in the United States, still loves Japan and still doesn’t like okonomiyaki.

4 comments:

Mona said...

So it's HER fault??????

holly said...

hehe! It probably is her fault if she was embarrassed that he didn't like some f-ing food she ordered him, comeon!

And, I like the second person here, and the mix of humor and raw honesty here...

Telly said...
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Anna said...

You're a genius, Mr. McGaha. . . I enjoyed your pithy and brief story. But, it still must be said F%^$ your baby!!! Kidding - Congrats on being published!! :)