Sterling spoon
On the chipped saucer
Like a whiplash tiger,
Vibrant and alive.
The spoon of curves and sighs
The mud cloth and
a threaded, swollen tunnel
ready to wrap its prey
like the scratch of a sea urchin
on a hideous fingerling’s shell.
Don’t mistake light for peace, she says
The spoon for the sugar, the gasp for the kiss.
You’re bent and tiled-eyed,
The floor with [...]
