Soba, chilled

Insatiable tongue dives
into a tangy wasabi pond
slosh, splatter
seaweed, scallion intertwined
a mincing race to my sinus
Competition to win grimace over
to twists of green and elbony.

Plastic chopsticks
make history
click away, devour
fusion in time
culture in bowl
Soba, chilled-
down middle April,
Chicago- hot and fabulous.