vivianimbriotis | Dec. 13, 2025, 3:25 p.m.
Oh pulse of proteins and of fats
I'd eat thee whole and salted warm
I'd make thee tofu in a vat
I'd down thee silken, soft or firm
With rice or oil or left alone
With noodles, wheat or soup or greens
Your gentle beany undertone
Your slant to eastward-born cuisine
Oh what a miracle you are
With your amino set complete
With your fat chains so doubly bonded
And your replacement of most meats
So please accept my humble thanks
For all your blocks and beans and paste
For all my cells you have replaced
For all the muscle at my waist
Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.