"After Reading The Vegetarian" by Dorsía Smith Silva
After Reading The Vegetarian
Are you looking for me?
You will not find me at the Majang Meat Market
next to the stacked stalls of tender hanwoo beef and pork belly,
among carved tunnels of red-raw body parts.
I will not be there.
Are you looking for me?
You will not find me in the restaurant by Pedestrian Gate,
watching the carnivores lick the bubbling barbequed meat juice
from their fingers like eager gods with honeyed ambrosia.
I will not be there.
If you look closely for me,
you will see me sprouting roots,
gathering the soil under my feet and nails.
You will smell the spiced long lean green glades on my face.
You will remember me surrounded by cool coniferous trees,
sheltered by their wall of needles,
hiding a secret like gardens in winter.
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