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HAUNTING REFRAIN

The girl leans over the balustrade.
Mother in seal skin coat, long gloves
flcks a quick wave upward, then
clicks across their flag-stone exit hall. Willing her mother to return to
the vaulted living room,
she leans too far, falls to the floor.
No screams. No tears. Not allowed. A boulder three times her size
fills her chest. She tries to breathe.
A solid lump grows in her throat.
It stays for days.

Ever since, whenever she falls for love
opens her chest to life-sized life,
the lump returns at the slightest slight.
No screams, of course. No tears. It would stay for days without this song.
Without my song .

CRAVINGS

I want to put out bowls of candy
to welcome every guest
all kinds of sweets
dripping with decadence to serve red wine with legs
Retsina and stuffed grape leaves
Italian prawns carrot flan and
Incan fire dip beckoning and succulent salads
chilled ready to serve
spinach asparagus pistachios
all fresh aphrodisiacs with marinated meats
grilled to any taste
from rare to rubber,
spiced tofu for some and a shelf of pies
I've just baked with perfect crusts
Tiramisu and mocha mousse too
and apricot clafoutis I have a craving for
candy I don't eat
a passion for cooking concoctions
others don't want
a yearning for money
just to give it away Why? A craving
to please
to ease Why? A craving
to give to live? Ah
Do I need to put out or die?