The secret jewel of the menu,
The chefs all know
But no one ever speaks
Out loud,
Keeping quiet behind the fire
This heady brown liquor,
Drowning soft richness of
Egg noodles
Each bite is desire
Rekindled
Your savory, vegetal flavors
Fill me like a drunkard,
Warm and sated,
They wash through me like water
Reminding me of nothing,
Wherein I am eternally, forever present
Beef lo mein,
If fortune favors the brave,
Then what am I
Most fortunate of all
To have found you
Here
Now
In this moment?
The Replanted Writer 