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Ramen Lament MAG

By Stephanie G., Davisburg, MI

     My heart is empty

As I finish the last noodle.

My hunger will return

All too soon.

I’ll go to the bellowing cupboard

And open it wide.

Let the warm sunlight drown the scene

And see the lonely place

Where my ramen used to be.

Boiling water over 10-cent noodles

The taste not as savory

As the 700 yen ramen

Steaming at a small shop in Japan.

The veggies and chunks of meat,

Juicy with delight.

The flavor strong,

Giving my nose reason

To make my mouth smile.

Here I will wait,

So lonely without

Something that fills

The empty space

In both my stomach

And my heart.





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