Our time will come
one day
I’m sure of it–
We will live within
six minutes of each other
(instead of six hours)
We will spend that extra
five hours and fifty-four minutes
tackling ridiculous recipes
that leave us delirious and
reeking of oil and spices
and too weak to consume
our creations
wandering the streets in
search of the most luscious
ice creams and intoxicating teas
giggling endlessly while
screeching nearly unintelligibly
at each other with strange accents.
One day
our time will come, dear one–
I’m sure of it.
narinda heng 