Saturday, June 16, 2012

Aum! an elephant, the sweaty smell


Aum! an elephant, the sweaty smell
between her legs. Smoke in circles wove
a text about the room, a short fiction
in which invention reminds one of fact.

Philosophy, aesthetics, magnet letters
on the fridge, Lawrence Ferlinghetti's
book above the lid of the toilet.
The cats slid across the floor's warped boards

and rolled beneath her bed. The curtains were
a crimson red, a trivial pursuit
had led me where the triangles are merged

in Sri Yantra. The morning light had rolled
across her breasts while she stood on her toes
choosing which of her dresses to wear.

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