Ode to Ramen

A Delectable Delight
A Godsend
A bright orange bundle of explosive flavor
Showered into a hissing inferno
Crackle, Sizzle, Crunch

Screams fill the air
They Resist
They Cry
They Screech
But all to no avail
Their rigid backbones give away

They gradually melt
Slowly marinated to a soft, supple hair
Silky golden hair from the angel
A childhood inducing aroma
with gold scattered throughout

Including Tender, Rich Flesh
A worthy sacrifice
for a worthy meal

Slowly slurped
First in small samples
out of curiosity

Suddenly into clusters of thick thread
out of shear gluttony

An atomic bomb of umami
Hidden in the broth
A mystical gift
Transcending space and time
A creation from
Blood, Sweat, and Tears

Or
Simply,
A Savory treat
To be dearly adored

Being Good

I want to become good at something, anything really and not just good, but really good, like psychopathically, devote-your-entire-life-to-something good at just anything, just ONE THING, maybe because I’ve seen the respect prodigies demand, how everyone looks at them in awe wondering what there aren’t good at, where people just watch in wonder questioning where they got left behind or how they magically just have more time in their day, or maybe it’s to prove to myself that I can become good, that I can do something so well that no one can, something only I can do and feel proud in knowing that I’m doing something only I can do, or maybe it’s to make my parents proud, the ones who have always believed in me and my potential, the ones who have said that I could do more if I put my mind to, or maybe it’s because I want to advance humankind by being a pioneer, to leave my mark and be more than just a small fleeting segment on the grand scale and to stay in the memories of the generations that follow us; whatever it is, I really just want to be good at something.