Goat curry tickles the rice
dryly. Styrofoam
lips lock tight, mirthless
cold stales in. Refrigerator hums
on & off, engine firing up
like jealousy. Decoy emotion
leaking from nostrils,
mixed mucosa of transference,
borrowed glory, grief.
Orange juice, granola crumb,
green M&M behind ottoman:
that party was four months ago. I still find
your tiny curls. On the road
elbow into horn, myofascial rage—
I never thought I could hate you
like this.
Reading someone else’s diary
in newsprint, sudden tears.
What I feel to keep myself
from feeling.
Memory of beignet.
Powdered sugar on black cuff.
