Poetry: "RabidAppetite"
- — June 1, 2010
poetry
by Camille Faulkner
RabidAppetite
Perhaps I didn’t get enough iron in my diet yesterday,
and so today I woke up un-heavy.
This rice pudding smells fragrant,
like tulips.
Perhaps it tastes the same.
If I crushed green-bitter leaves into the Tupperware
would that scent and that taste make us fraternal twins?
I ate blood oranges long ago,
or last week.
I ate blood oranges battered in hummus and deep-fried
with leeks from my own garden.
But what about this week’s grapefruit?
I will leave that fish in our refrigerator
Until it grows legs:
resurrected.
Until it roars to let you know
it isn’t fond of the cilantro dressing
you chose for last Sunday’s dinner.
Perhaps, next time a light dill marinade?
Perhaps I didn’t get enough calcium in last month’s meal
and so tomorrow morning I woke up milk toast.
