Sunday, May 15, 2011

Amuse Bouche

now I can say
I've eaten raw eel

I didnt chew the quivering flesh
I swallowed, like I swallow

my own slithering words
and I laughed

when you told me stories
about little chinese men with gender issues.

Now I can float
above the red clay

I can dissect a piece of you
and hang it from a string around my neck

I can say I love you
I can chew the eel

and know how it feels
to love your pale, pretty bones.

© 2011 A.g. Synclair