Five Bowls of Ramen
By Gonzalo Ferreyra
Slices of Sweet Pork
Are so happy to see me
That I smile back.
I bet on an egg
To enlarge my life once more.
Yolk the sun’s color!
Spoon in my left hand,
Chopsticks hovering like gulls:
A death-bed highlight?
Comparing
best bowls
We can’t wait to interrupt—
Muted by noodles!
There is tomorrow
And perhaps a next day and—
I dream of pork broth.