Nyotaimori, or sushi served on the body of a naked woman, is the perfect experience, nourishing your perception, soul, and body. Orbs of rice, sculpted as if from marble and simultaneously natural, as if heaped together like pebbles in the crook of a stream. Slices of fish, firm and delicate. Seaweed wrapping paper for these beautiful packages. There could be no more perfect platter than myself for this gift, my offering to you. Lean in; I smell like the sea. The rice picks up a little salt from my skin. There is nothing more trusting than this: I am prone. Bring your chopsticks closer. The starch holds to my skin, as if there is a magnetic understanding between myself and the nigiri. A tiny sticky sound as you pull it away. Taste it. Bite it. Eat.