Tom Kha Tofu
(or the time I saw my lover's past in a bowl of soup at a Thai restaurant on N. Main St)
I once scried Tom Hanks in a bowl of Tom Kha Tofu soup
& not in a ‘wow, that lemongrass is taking shape
of Tom Hanks’ kind eyes!’ kind of way,
or in a way that projected some flavor onto
the tofu;
No, my lover’s past was in that bowl,
wholesome, unkind personal truths & perceived failures,
accompanied by soggy mushrooms and
pleasurable shame
and his present, full-bodiment of a
‘bad actor’ at life, seeing-red
flecks of red curry paste
and
me seeing him in
rose-colored glasses
coconut milk skin
entwined together
a Sapporo and lime life
with one another
I wonder if God sees the future in the light reflections of the ocean
I wonder if I’m forgiven for confusing Tom Waits with Tom Hanks
I wonder if the shallots will make me cry if I dive into
what’s in front of me
Life’s a fucking fusion
of disappointment, love, acceptance,
and the unknown
So I dig my toes into the (lemon)grass because
this is what I think it means to be grounded
About the Creator
Kayla Frances Murray
🙞 Southeastern US-based writer/poetess 🙜
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