curling them around
i hold their bodies in obscene embrace
thinking of everything but kinship. collards
and kale
strain against each strange other away
from my kissmaking hand and the iron
bedpot.
the pot is black,
the cutting board is black, my
hand,
and just for a minute
the greens roll black under the knife, and the
kitchen twists dark on its spine and i taste in
my natural appetite
the bond of live things everywhere. NOUN ADJECTIVE VERB