Poetry by Emalisa Rose

 “the twelve nights of tofu”
             By Emalisa Rose

It’s been promoted as ‘versatile’
taking on the flavor of what it’s
consolidated with,

the ‘meat’ of the stir fry, over
easy, in a mimic of egg whites
and toast with a big slab of it --
butter forsaken, of course.

Sunday night specials, when less
is more and the fridge has worked
overtime, with nothing much left
in the freezer.

It’s surely diversified. I’ve even
swallowed it whole with a sprinkle
of hot sauce. Or straight from the
square of its red and white box
where it celebrates life in.

But mostly, truthfully, I love that no
living being, suffered in the making
of my dinner; that i can look down
at the plate and not find the eyes of
an animal, looking right back at me.

- When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting. She volunteers in animal rescue. Living by a beach town, provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her poems have appeared in Cholla Needles, Literary Nest, Open Arts Forum and other journals.