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HARBOUR CENTRE 5
Journey to Xishuangbanna
the old country stashes swamps in the far southwest
breezes are claggy, sweetly miasmic
jungle sweat drags out the dawn
sallow orb: flicker on
a cacophony of shrieks and chitters
pedestrians crack peanuts at the roadside
dancing speckles cast in the understory
leafcutter ants on a mission for the holy seven
firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea
fodder for sex, sorcery and seasons
humvees bound for Rangoon steamroll through
black market betel and china white
a propaganda party
they brave the Mekong on braided rafts
while fisher girls leap in and out of catfish form
stalks protrude from the marsh at night
thirty stories tall and turgid
carved-out condos in the purple landscape
iridescent windows, polka-dotted eels
they reel me into the deep
when summer monsoons bathe my skin
devour sinew, then bone
the city submerges its name
returns me to primordium
until time to congeal again
- previously published in Arc (95, Summer 2021)
Stump
branches with inflamed apples
sag over the backyard fence
I leave a metal pail beside your shoes
one week later still
a folded ladder
buried in red rot
I sift through the tree for answers
aphids, fire ants, no fruit
I bite midway into a kiss
your slug of tongue
the parting scarcely saved
by a thin spit trail
this for three more years
until a bear discovers our unkempt garden
mauls our flea-bitten dog
the city forces us to chop down the tree
we pass the hatchet back and forth
- previously published in Grain (47.3, Spring 2020)
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