Food for rejecting his feet
The martinis passed out,
reclined back into the back
below chairs behind
tables of clam broth.
The building filled with cream and
greenery seeped into the water.
Yellowed bodies plunged
into cans of puréed corn.
The food on the floor fumbled
in the thick music and smiled
at her scooping hands,
then coasted to the other
end of the table.
None of this is as thick as it should be.
So I tug rain into the kitchen
to scare the female ferret
straight out of my salt shaker.
This poem originally appeared in The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats, an anthology of poetry written by Mike Giardina. The complete the anthology is available below:
Table of contents:
- Sun Shine Body
- On arrival in a lot of no civilization and plenty of letters,
- The unable to deliver
- An upwards slanted walk
- A familiar voice
- Those who have a standard way of going
- Left each chapter within us
- Warm smile not found in her cigarette
- To regain his composure for figures
- Food for rejecting his feet
- Even during--even if it during
- Lying on the floor, stretched after stir
- A soldier frames the wall
- A step by boulder
- A train by life station
- I was able to take the old north of town
- Bradbury's closet
- A mummy's leggings
- Sipping mother's sweat
- Flash like an individual there
- I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother's death
- Running far away from a city, to return a week later
- Carried the clock over
- We have been meeting years
- Chocolate Italian princess
- Champion of Years
- "How much longer will I be able to remount the mothproof thrusting..."
- Over as rivers are over