Friday, October 8, 2010

Breakfast at Agbang

The limbs of ants speckle-
the hot apple porridge-
-in the black kettles.

I eat their bodies in envy.

Drowned in things
we seek devour-
I fear our arrival
we not taste so sweet.
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  1. AnonymousOctober 8, 2010 at 1:40 PM

    Lost where i was for a minute. Thought i was reading Erdrich.

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