I float on a vat of broth

My body limp, helpless

 

Waiting to be plucked out

Of the scorching heat

 

But instead more dumplings

Are tossed in

 

And I sink slowly to the bottom

Aware of my delicious filling

 

But all too aware

That only those closest to the surface are chosen

 

Because what can be seen is familiar

 

And hidden in the depths is me

 

Then you come along

Plunging your chopsticks into the unknown

 

Pulling me to your mouth

Giving me the kiss of life

 

You open wide, accepting whatever comes next

And you’re pleasantly surprised

 

Just like that, my flavors melt back into the fabric of existence