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KIMCHI
Was it when
I first read you, pickling
my way
through the
salad of your words,
and spiking
with a flick of thumb
and forefinger,
a few of the
herbs I’d found
disagreeable, before
I’d opened myself
to these
acquired tastes
of yours.
About food or not,
your poem made me
very hungry.
Found it
in a competition
which I didn’t enter
because of this—
I’d be
picking up
enticing aromas
that I can’t abide,
unless
I walk to my
local grocer’s
which
caters to
Korean cuisine
(my first attempt at
kimchi
was a fiasco
of epic proportions).
And how will I
manage
while I stare at
octopus—
the whole place smells
of dried, raw fish
in big
open bushel barrels.
I wanted to tell you
not to
hold your breath
as I was trying to do
at that moment,
turning blue.
I first read you, pickling
my way
through the
salad of your words,
and spiking
with a flick of thumb
and forefinger,
a few of the
herbs I’d found
disagreeable, before
I’d opened myself
to these
acquired tastes
of yours.
About food or not,
your poem made me
very hungry.
Found it
in a competition
which I didn’t enter
because of this—
I’d be
picking up
enticing aromas
that I can’t abide,
unless
I walk to my
local grocer’s
which
caters to
Korean cuisine
(my first attempt at
kimchi
was a fiasco
of epic proportions).
And how will I
manage
while I stare at
octopus—
the whole place smells
of dried, raw fish
in big
open bushel barrels.
I wanted to tell you
not to
hold your breath
as I was trying to do
at that moment,
turning blue.
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