Eli on the floor recovering from yoga I listen to the marbled glass ceiling light the waves playing a soundtrack from a 1980’s cult movie old world Baba Cool – Only a handful of people I know would probably remember that film and today on The Other Side of the World my friend buried her son. Biking Mater Nostrae Plump mound of Venus Orange lace legs Toffee colored saddle Thrusting nose Denim mini dress Pregnant belly High heels pumping Amsterdam
The Time When I Brought Chengdu Peaches to Singapore Between my fingers this poem not so distant from a peach Peel it hang it below one nostril wok fragrance in other nostril Have you ever tasted the swollen peaches of Chengdu? so much more flavor than the muzzled fruit of the West Packed carefully lucky red box ready for Singapore landing friends and family urgently feast But at our table untouched fruit and your withering question, “How was China?” rot then, my gift
It’s a Bagel Some concept, poem or bagel garlic versus sesame, makes me worry openly about longevity. But I know for either one the road is a short, seasoned trail.
Copyright Persephone Abbott November 2021