One’s Favourite

for food is food and
a favourite won’t be
if it’s good it’s good
and that’s good enough for me

like the flood that disappears
to reveal the true nature of meat
dried fish and its stock, tozo and kpomo sucked
under the burn of tamed fire

the redness of pepper and the lotion of oil
the paddle of spatula
the cream of lemon seeds
and the humour of pumpkin leaves
for food is a god we worship
on our knees, bottom glued to the ground
large wraps,swallowed lumps, in sweats we so cherish

leonell