Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tankSupplied by a rill of cold fresh waterRunning down a glass washboard at one endAnd siphoned off at the other, and soPerpetually renewed, a herd of lobsterIs made available to the customerWho may choose whichever one he wantsTo carry home and drop into boiling waterAnd serve withContinue reading "Lobster"
I am a pomegranatedelicate and intricately madecomplicated, as everybody iswith countless countless seedsI am flesh and juiceI am thick exotic skinI am sensual and eroticI am frightenedfrightened of moving beyond my pomegranate-selffrightened of my pomegranate-thoughtsbeing untruefrightened of all of youfrightened of searching beyond my realmfrightened of the darker blue wherethe ocean gets deepI tried toContinue reading "Pomegranate"
Our legacy dwellsIn the hearts of those we touch.Did you leave a bruise?
Souk The soldiers are afraidof the camera. Are you shooting the souk?The photographer says No no, just her.I say Just me, just me.My black dress, a little above the knee, helps.A girl learns to spectacle enough.The soldier nods, lowers his head.The crew remind me to say Not from here, to say Half-half,to speak English, mostly.Everyone is alwaysContinue reading "Shisha"
line no sooner down than taut shadow silvering into airdesperate fruit all wriggle and twitch snapped offslapped in a plastic crate fading to layers of leavesknives out guts chucked to an instant coven of gullsheads scarfed whole sea a boil of snatch and screamfillets home in a bucket fried in their own oilall night myContinue reading "Mackerel"