The poem on her t-shirt had all
the grabbers at the start
lizards, gravel, lark
He shrank into the tamale line
while she slinked away for java
medium, tedium
Deep down her reptile self
she shelved the pebbled mountains
dark visored travel
Beyond, the dimpled river
he waited his desire
sausage, salsa
She found a potter
who made his own cobalt glaze
fartsy wizard cavil
He was still waiting his chicken tamale–
she back from “clay on his own terrain”
Subito
He was so hungry everything rose
like gravel in the gorge.
unravel, my gizzard heart
She held her creamy hazelnut
to his mouth
craving dark
