Delicatessen
A Poem
I On the first day, we had scrambled eggs with fine salt crystals rubbed in gently. On the second day, you brought me some authentic daifuku, the strawberry shortcake kind. You brushed the hairs out of my face, sticky with the lemonade you accidentally spilled.
II In the afternoon, you cooked your famous Thai curry. You let me take a taste of the coconut cream off your fingers. You pour the cherry wine as I set the table, the glasses glazed with black sugar. You set the sorbet on the side for our midnight snacking session.
III The delivery guy brings our special milkshakes to the door. He sets them down on the melon rug at the front door. I have always wanted to taste mooncake, and you knew exactly where to get some. The bean paste makes my mouth unusable, No impure thoughts can be expressed. The raw panic makes my teeth crumble, falling into my hand like individually wrapped candies.