SoySauce

Bowing to all of those that guerrilla gardened the dirt road

To help me hold myself at the barest of my vulnerabilities

Placing my diced guts in front of crowds of strangers,

Honking cars and extractive industry

I'm crying out..

Earth, meet my tough skin again, a couple of old friends

It had been too many life cycles

They almost didn't recognise one another

Crying out halmoni's homemade SoySauce

They're tears of joy, they're tears of joy

I will return, this is my deepest promise