Thursday, July 11, 2013

from 'The Sonnets 2 Orpheus' by Kent Leatham


13.
             “Voller Apfel, Birne…”
Crankshaft, cough syrup, debit card, app,
Ponzi scheme, Lipitor, Levitra, açaí…
Strange fruit. And still there’s no word
to describe the way she… and then…
Do you call it language during the act?
Is it still an apple when it’s in your mouth?
What about hers? (Did you know fried rattlesnake
jumps in the pan? What’s the word for that?)
The audience gathers for the silent film,
but it’s just someone reading an audio book
in ASL. (“Oh hydrogen jukebox…”)
Reconstituted by Google, Sappho’s poems
all turn out to contain the word “
???????????.”
Do you remember her kisses? Were they bittersweet?

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