The Inferior Truth

Intimacy is a refuge

To where you invite

All those you once knew

And leave yourself out

Intimacy is the knot

You untie alone

Then in a moment of fear

Throw the pieces to those

Who you once knew

But left you because

You were too much alike

Intimacy is the truth

Where you cannot play that role

Play that game

Or play alone

But only with those whom you

Once knew

And on an August day

Left you

Intimacy is a common shame

Where all secrets fly as kites

Where all whispers are loud and bright

Among those

Whom you once knew

And then, under an unmoon night

Left you be

Who you once were

Before you met them

February 27, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Simplicity

Is

Unassuming

Like lamprey and rice

In Porto

Evasive

As if sea cucumber

Held by chopsticks

In Tainan

Unexpected

Like pigeon pie

In Edinburgh

Predictable

(Always was)

Boiled beef in bone marrow broth

In Vienna

Unforgettable

Street baked sea ray  

Wrapped in banana leaf

In Singapore

Delightful

Like lamb wrapped in wine leaves

In Aleppo

Truffly

As they like pasta

In Ferrara

Over-acclaimed

Like every dish

In Paris

Bomba rice and shrimp

For the best paella

In Valencia

Green or red

As I always remembered

The curry dish

Cooked in Mumbai

… While I have been

To every continent

And tried every dish

For my day

To end with love

Bread, cheese and wine

Remain
Simply

The best

February 16, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017