Coconut milk
sugar and vinegar
snails and slugs
mix, I match
I let them roll
simmer in between
celery leaves
bittergourd skins
I seethe
I sweat
I open up
I extract
the essence of its taste
under its solemn fire
it brews
it bakes
it blooms
in every blow
in every breathe
in every palette
We touch
We imagine
every bite
of its meat
of its juice
trickle in
like passing
through
eternity.
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