i taste the spectrum of salt

in the cooking of a revolution

metal dipped in the juices

of the plants that brought you here

spills iron 

the participation of Land

that for(e)gave an arrival

of spices took root unto

deep enough to stay




how was the trip?

i hear you got delayed, come

i cooked you some food

kamusta (how are you)

the comfort in your eyes

have withered into soup

your personhood came

as a surprise

there’s no comparison

to that soul




how was your trip?

tell me where do we go

we’ve been trying to quit

at the final dance

foothold on the constant evolution

of realities

resculpting the landscape of dishes

challenging these traditions