How to Eat Soft Tofu
Glistening purity quivering.
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 the near whiteness (near yellowness),
It slides down ones throat
A dream not quite remembered
but still breathing in ones silent mouth.