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I am a tomato, 2009

19:07 Aug 18 2009
Times Read: 606




I grow this fruit for its brief splendor, its varied taste, its viney tenacious will to live. I stand barefoot in my tiny garden and bite into the tender flesh of my crop. My husband comes out looking for me, cannot see my seeded lips, the juice running down my chin, fingers, elbows. A hummingbird pauses in mid-air and sizes me up. I curl my toes into the crumbled black earth and take root.

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Become
Become
18:44 Dec 26 2009

well said!





WaitsForTheMoon
WaitsForTheMoon
12:49 Jun 11 2010

I like this very much





 

The Cinnamon Peeler

18:45 Aug 18 2009
Times Read: 612


THE CINNAMON PEELER by Michael Ondaatje





If I were a cinnamon peeler

I would ride your bed

and leave the yellow bark dust

on your pillow.



Your breasts and shoulders would reek

you could never walk through markets

without the profession of my fingers

floating over you. The blind would

stumble certain of whom they approached

though you might bathe

under rain gutters, monsoon.



Here on the upper thigh

at this smooth pasture

neighbor to your hair

or the crease

that cuts your back. This ankle.

You will be known among strangers

as the cinnamon peeler's wife.



I could hardly glance at you

before marriage

never touch you

-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.

I buried my hands

in saffron, disguised them

over smoking tar,

helped the honey gatherers...



When we swam once

I touched you in water

and our bodies remained free,

you could hold me and be blind of smell.

You climbed the bank and said



this is how you touch other women

the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.

And you searched your arms

for the missing perfume.



and knew



what good is it

to be the lime burner's daughter

left with no trace

as if not spoken to in an act of love

as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.





You touched

your belly to my hands

in the dry air and said

I am the cinnamon

peeler's wife. Smell me.



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NocturnalMistress
NocturnalMistress
18:46 Aug 18 2009

I really like this...





captainglobehead
captainglobehead
18:48 Aug 18 2009

that was really, really cool.








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