Jody Azzouni

Poetry

Late Adjustments in the Menu

Originally published in Voodoo Souls Quarterly 2, 2002
Added 3/17/2019
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Late Adjustments in the Menu

Poem | Jody's Notes

 

You ask for so little: that dust keep

its distance, ash remain with its own

kind; that the pocket not get out of hand.

These days even fire is creepy; no one wants

the taste of blood. Better: the stuff

of hints, the meal gone transparent,

the tame symptom isolated. Here’s

a bit of good advice: Leave the tongue

behind closed doors. Sniff all

you like.