Kimmy’s Garden

bracelet here on my left wrist tight

brightly shining circles around

repetition of rings _ spiral

endless rhythmic geometry

leaves an impression

you touch to examine

coffee-cup stains on the table

sugar spilling over the edge

dancing free with gravity _ pulled

down while memory replays each

missed opportunity …

 

in imagination I turn

I turn _ left into light-striped dark

covet earth and air _ listening

frightened by fickle chemistry

hesitation here

left speechless

between beginning and beginning

tongues as catalyst _ a stirring

hidden under many layers

this exothermic reaction

in three heartbeats from your three steps

in this direction of …

 

leaving _ without a farewell

closure so cruelly _ withheld

here lingers a masochistic itch

of missing _ and of wanting

to fall _ to fall down

to recall the physics

remembering only linguistics

your words there never dissolving

I am left infinite-anti-

cipation-addicted to our

conversation to be continued …

I am preparing a male impersonation act, and what better subject to include than meat. I over heard a fellow rugby player talking, and he has inspired me to write a little something on Meat:

  I like my meat real thick:

you know,

like one-and-a-half or two inches thick. Mmm.

  And I like it pink:

you know, oh yeah,

seared goodness on the outside,

but rare, raw and tender on the inside,

there, you know, right in the middle.

  Oh, and I like it hot:

you know,

flaming hot, ooo,

with all those juices running down!

  And I like it really spicy:

fiery flavour, oh yeah,

tasty tasty tasty!

gimme some of that salt-and-pepper,

if you know what I mean.

  But, you know,

I especially like my meat jerked,

oh yeah,

and some of those other rubs are real nice too.

  I do love my meat. Mmm, mmm!

Grands yeux châtain clair,

je les tiens de ma mère.

Ici, dessus l’oeil droit surveille

la cicatrice-haricot

que j’ai reçue de mon père.

… seul souvenir d’la’tite table

de salon

et de la maison

avec peu de gazon

mai’tant de rhubarb:

aigre-aigre, trempé en sucre …

et des belles jambes en jupe

faisant la soupe

chaussures à talon.

Gnôle coulant,

l’orage ne se cache plus:

bagarre, lutte,

gendarme, gouttes,

bouteille de bière cassée,

sa grise mine tranchée.

Grands yeux châtain clair

se souviennent

de ma mère, scalpée

de sa queue de cheval arrachée

mise dans le coffre-fort, doucement enfermée,

de mon Grand-père disant:

«Ne le reprend jamais»

de cette cicatrice ronde recouverte de cheveux,

toutefois intériorisée -

mes yeux savent toujours exactement où elle est.

Grands yeux châtain clair

regardent la cicatrice-chemin-de-fer

qui traverse le plein visage du

Monstre qui me possédait il y a plus que 30 ans,

Cauchemar, ne reviens pas, ne reviens pas,

comme la peur, comme la saveur

de larmes dans la gorge,

… ce coeur d’acier reste froid

malgré la chaleur de haine de mon corps-forge;

malgré ton sang dans mes veines,

malgré ton nom de famille lié à le mien,

entre la mémoire et l’oubli -

je ne suis jamais ta fille.

Et voilà, par hasard tu es ici

… me demandant, «Comment ça va?»

Étranger, je te réponds: «Ça va bien, merci.»

[A favourite game]

……….[my cousin Chace is six]

………………..[my Grandmother is seven plus (six times his^ age doubled)]

[friendly competition]

[in the kitchen]

[keeps us out of trouble ...]

A boy’s name … that starts with the letter D

Donald - 1pt

……….Dave - 1pt

………………..Chace

……….yes gramma

………………..I mean Chace as a name of a boy

Welllll, ‘Chace’ doesn’t really start with a D …

………………..Right, well I mean Denver - no - Douglas - 1pt

OK, full point.

U.S. cities …

Detroit - 1pt

……….pass

………………..Denver - 1pt

Things that are cold

[Death - don't say it don't say it] pass

……….Drumsticks!!! mmm - 1pt

………………..Downstairs - 1pt

good one!!

………………..What’s wrong with your Grandfather?

………………..Why can’t he come home?

………………..Why does he have to …

Let’s move on, OK, What do you have for … Insects …

Dragonfly

……….Dragonfly

………………..Dragonfly …

We all cancel each other out …

A breakfast food starting with D

Danish - yes! - 1pt

……….Doughnut - 1pt

………………..Diarrhea

[stop]

[She-looks-at-me-i-look-at-her-we-look-at-him ...]

[awkward silence ...]

[we all break out laughing]

………………..You know, there are words missing from my head

[Thinking to myself Dates, Dry toast, Dessert ...]

………………..I know I love you, but I just can’t place you,

………………..Your name is on the tip of my tongue, oh brother,

………………..Isn’t that silly?

[Ding Dong would be 2pts]

Kim. I am Kim, Bonnie’s daughter.

………………..Not MY Kim? Are you MY Kim?

Oh yes, but I did just change my hair …

[cover-it-up-cover-it-up-she's-just-tired]

………………..I’m just tired.

[long days at the palliative care ward at the hospital are very trying ...]

Things found in the ocean

Drowning victims - 1pt

……….Dolphins - 1pt

………………..Kimmy, can we play tile rummy instead?

[I'm scared]

………………..I’m afraid of this game.

[Damn]

lime too too soon . . . young-plucked

emerald-hard . . . heavy

mature rots

flat spots

of brown . . . down . . . and around

tomorrow not ripe

always not mellow

bleeds aromatic yellow

new juices flow

never in prime

lime

lime clean . . . jewel green

pucker up baby

cut slice suck

reveals amber drip

bitter-sour fragrant

succulent segments

white stripes to truncate

one into two

four into eight

any time

lime

lime fresh . . . perishing

sweat spray and sugar

eye-sized Keys

vivid smack pop sqeezed

and whipped cream

smells like a good dream

whisk until gleaming

egg folds into sweet milk embrace

kiss on face

grate rind

lime

lime alone . . . languishing

coriander seeds

cilantro leaves

crushed garlic chili

sprinkled in easy

mango pickle jalapeno - oh

Kaffir - don’t waste

boil in salt-water

sun-dry to stone

and paste

devine

lime

lime piquante . . . pining

salted body shots

lick bite tang

skin stings bikini strings zesty zing

squirting like sun

frozen agave concoction

offers fun

this tiny chartreuse celestial sphere

right here

all mine

lime