Edible Epiphany. A Poem by Bayveen O’Connell

Take this all of you and eat it:
Manna from waxy cardboard boxes
dip into (don’t even plate)
the noodles and spicy peanut sauce.
When the flavour hits your tongue
you cry,
not only because it’s delicious
and you’ve been cooking hum-drum for weeks,
you cry because
holed up in your deserted Dublin suburb
right now
Pad Thai tastes of normality,
and normality
of heaven.

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Bayveen O’Connell lives in Dublin and is inspired by travel, history, myth and folklore. Her writing has appeared in Boyne Berries, Selene Quarterly, Ellipsis Zine, Virtual Zine Mag, The Cabinet of Heed and others. Find her at http://www.bayveenoconnell.com and @bayveenwriter on Twitter