Los Enamorados – a poem

Los Enamorados

 

One hundred sesame seeds

slowly sank

into quicksand;

sticky and shining

as though the whole lugubrious lump

had been stirred by slugs.

 

Who knew slugs were so sweet!

Glistening purple lumps —

fleshy

plump

mountainous umami.

 

Would you feel less sick

if I told you

the slugs: aubergine;

miso: their slime?

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