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Monday, September 30, 2013

TOFU By Liyi & Anny, both age 11













I run home from Hodo Soy
as leaves fall in my hair.
I arrive at noon
and rush into the kitchen
with a plastic bag of 
tiny, 
jiggling 
squares.
Tofu dances on the pan,
chasing oil.
I scoop my meal onto a plate
but I trip
and it spatters to the ground.
My stomach growls.

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