This Is That Poem

Thin slice the truffle like sepia cellophane

let it infuse your tongue with murky memory

of the humus and how it once held you wet and warm

of the Lagotto dog that sniffed and dug you out into light

its earthy flavor takes you to the unconscious forest

brings you back to the present dinner table blessing

mixes on your palate with bewildering vineyard wine

becomes an experience never had before by anyone ever

and never will have again in this universe and dimension

unless you can find the fungal words to sauté into a poem