The Carpenter Cook
Cashews almonds and small white truffles Banks of caramel, He moves through air thick with spice and oil He has rubbed his hands in garlic To ward off flies, Behind his eyes A fungus eats at his meringue smile. Pots and caldrons chocolate syrup Tarragon and tongue, Like a whore he beats at unresponsive flesh And stops his nose with grapes and alcohol. At night he dreams of the ring of hammers And sun-lit sweat on clean white pine.
A LOOM PRESS BOOK