Friday, May 20, 2011

Soupçon de Paranoia


A nest of face
takes up its place
around the table:
able

and bedecked
and snaky-necked –
prepped for the predation
of a dinner conversation.

Pollo cooked el rancho
with cilantro.
Cigarettes, red wine, herb tea.
And everyone discussing me.


 
 
 
 
 
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