Service

Service long poem

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cracking bones in the kitchen
use the heavy knife
swallows on the lawn want inside
paint the hand-tied rug with fleet shadows
you’ve used up all the hot water
old iron bathtub ringing like a gong
this tone your elbow, this your heel
long squeal of buttock
as you shift down to rinse your hair

marry me I said and I meant it
marry the one person bold enough
to toss their lasso your way
I was making pesto
caught you sneaking pinoles
smacked your wrist and raised a welt
took a chunk of ice from the freezer
untamed edges against my tongue
ran the soothing surface over your flesh

this is how I remember your lips
Asian fusion
tiny whole crabs in cornmeal
fried to a paprika crust
served with a ramikin of hoisin plum sauce
on the brown side of red
luscious as the ripe bud of your lower lip
echoed by the tiny cleft in your chin
you said you loved my cooking
I could taste it on you
your exquisite taste

you wanted no boundaries
so I gave you some to fight against
a shadow in a coalmine
I painted you with whipped cream and floodlights
changed your diet
made you worry about when you came through the door
how dare I
with my clever knives
pulling the dangerous bones
rolling the toothsome flesh for your delectation
you hate eating at the same time
still you answer the dinner bell

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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