Dinner For Two

by CindyUng

September 6, 2015

Father,

You eat your porridge at such speed

That I wonder how your teeth

Doesn’t melt from such humidity.

It sure look delicious,

From the way each scoop

Easily slides down your throat

With every gulp you take,

And how it stains your clothes

Like sticky puddles of snow.

You can't even see the porridge

Through all that steam,

But you could never resist

A taste.

He looks in my direction, saying,

"There is no better way to thank a meal

Than to quickly invite it

For a one night stay in your stomach."

But over here,

On the other side of the table,

I can't afford to scald my tongue

And sear my taste buds.

I want to savor the porridge's sweet nature

And praise such creamy texture --

Every grain must be welcomed

Before they enter.

Yes, they can roll down my gullet

Or blot my dress in haste

(After they reach the right place

In my thermometer).

So I sit here and wait

Before their tempers cool down

As I watch my father lick his spoon clean.

I have to say,

It's a long and lonely wait.

But no matter,

As long as I eat my way.

I suppose there are diners

Who can handle the fire in their jaws

And those who prefer chewing

Through the warmth of their cheeks.

Oh, there's no need to worry,

We can still sit together.

After all,

Candlelight never minds the flame.

Father,

Stay here for just a minute;

I'll bring some pie and coconut flakes.

Even our slices will be different in shape,

But who doesn't want their very own plate?

You should all join us for dinner someday.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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