The last line by Yi Lei
Long, long ago, a dried, kosher salami
sought me out and filled my world with a fervor
for the chewy comfort of that
pinched and shriveled skin.
Becoming a vegetarian, my cravings turned away from my
childhood and hunted out recipes of beans and lentils with
a multitude of casseroles combining rice or noodles
with greens and cheeses.
Flirting with the world of the vegan, I found
a passion for a vegan jerky and would eat bags
of it during lunch at work as a kind of homage
to that cured meat I was so fond of.
Now with disease and the ongoing pandemic,
I have landed into the world of dried mangos
and chew with such pleasure despite everything.
Desire is dead, long live desire.
Very vivid images of your journey with food. It is interesting how our desires and perspectives change over time and in response to what our world throws at us. I like the juxtaposition at the end of this poem: “Desire is dead, long live desire.”
This is wonderful! I love how it marks a shifting lineage of desire, of the things that change and those that remain the same.