Two years taste like

my first dhal on our
seven-hour train ride—

spices still strangers to
my soya-sauced-lips. a

firework to my palette
yet, you were there. with

a camera taking notes of
each knot on my fore-

head, every twitch of my
nose. i knew. i need not to

glaze myself in honey to
be enough for you. i knew

i would love you more than
my homemade vinegar, too.

06.2021
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33 thoughts on “Two years taste like”

  1. oooh I love this post! These words made me smile:
    spices still strangers to
    my soya-sauced-lips.”
    This reminds me of the many cultural experiences I had in my job as dean of a global MBA, traveling the world by myself…sharing a meal and learning the customs. So many different tastes and experiences. Ah….so many memories you’ve caused to come back and I’m sitting here typing this response with a smile on my lips.

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