October 24, 2010

  • ODE TO KIMCHEE

    Ode to Kimchee
    by ME

    O russet cabbage in earthen pot
    left in the ground to ferment and rot
    Thy soggy leaves caress my rice
    with reeking love no words suffice
    in telling. Yes thy floppish frame,
    intent on some hellacious game,
    in chopsticks held, attacks the nose
    with odor close to overdose.
    no one forgets the rancid reek
    or cayenne slobber on the cheek
    But o -- regret the sloppy move
    or bump or inadvertent shove
    that puts thy crimson leaves from mouth
    to clothing somewhat further south
    No soap, nor occidental care 
    can redress the stain that lingers there
    though faded, it will still remain
    though I may wash and wash again
    o kimchee, though I love you much
    I know not why you treat me such.

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