心灵之粮

花仙儿

送走了客人
我俩去做晚饭
系上围裙时
突然(bin)出了眼泪
想起了客人说过的几句话

你喜欢鱼片
没有骨头
抹上了玉米粉
在滚油里炸得脆脆的--
南方的口味

我也喜欢鱼
但是全鱼
洗净了清蒸
再摆上几丝绿葱--
东方的口味

当你把烤得松软的牛油玉米饼
伸到我用酱麻油调成的卤汁里
蘸着
吃得津津有味时
我笑了
为你的不伦不类

你说
我不是黄色的
你也不是白色的
其实每个人
都是有色的
--而这世界上
愚昧的人还是会有的

那顿饭
吃
得
美
满

Food for the Soul
by Flora

The guests gone,
we prepare the meal together.
I complain,
hurt,
reduced to fury
by their subtle insinuations.

You like your fish
crisp, coated with cornmeal,
fried deep.
A southern boy you are.

My fish is whole,
velvety, steamed with slivers of green onions,
the way it's been done
for thousands of years.

You bake buttered cornbread fluffy
and dip it in the thick gravy I've brewed
from soy sauce, sesame oil, and cilantro.
I laugh
over your absurdity.

You say
I am not "colored"
just like you are not "white".
These are the terms
used in an art class.
There are jerks.
But we don't have to be one.

This meal,
unsurpassed.