How to Eat Soft Tofu
Glistening purity quivers. Luscious vulnerability scooped from a wooden box and placed carefully in a blue ceramic bowl Of concentric ink blooms. A Soft body, curdled in its own milk. Holding the ladle spoon gently, dipping into near whiteness (near yellowness), it slides down one's throat And away. A dream not quite remembered but still breathing in one's silent mouth.
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