Comfort Food

You are like a tall glass of milo dinosaur

shiok as hell, for any day

 

You are like colourful ice kacang.

the sweetest of rojaks

 

You are like East Coast Satay,

with sedap chao ta around your edges.

 

You are like sinful Devils Curry,

I will always love you for

giving me first degree burns

 

You are like sweet wanton noodles,

bland but not bland, simple but not simple,

a bowl of contradictions, you are hard to describe.

 

You are like Changi’s Chili Crab,

meaty and messy, your lipstick on my collar

I wear proudly for the world to see.

 

You are my chicken rice,

You’ll be there when I get home.

(First published in Words: Lost and Found by Coffee Stained Press).

 

Creative Commons License
Comfort Food by Cheyenne Alexandria Phillips is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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