At your favorite Thai restaurant in New York

you order Drunk Man noodles with chicken

Across the table, a candle away

I flip the menu to match it up

with an order of Drunk Woman noodles with shrimp

“Extra spicy please”,

to please our taste buds,

this longing on our tongues,

we await our gender equal meals.

Ordering another bottle of beer,

you tell me of your first love

who spoke Finnish

a language with no genders.

published in ‘Quesadilla and Other Adventures: Food Poems’, Hawakal Publishers