The Delicacy of Kidney Beans
Wild is the garnish my organs seek
You know you undid my black bathing suit
On a blanket at the same courthouse where you played tag
With a judge in the sunken gardens. You kissed a mapmaker
His hands filled with lemons. Bees can catch a disease
Which makes them seek the light, the mapmaker explains as I sweep
The front porch clean of their deep fried bodies.
I switch off the light. Parsley, endive, burden. Roast.
The mapmaker recites the names of islands familiar to me.
But I am thinking of breakfast still. Potatoes, crust.
I’m not ready for a man.
Paradise comes easily when your name is Mary.
I set a geranium at her plaster feet.
The judge in his black robe swirls behind the Spanish
Revival. We tea.
Heaven could be a circus tent, the satin bulge
Of a mapmaker’s cock. Talent has geography,
Arcades. Pray for me,
Route the biology of your fingers
Skyward. Jilt of the fit light.
I dare to say I am happy.
It feels ceramic to say so.
A bee is not a moth.
My brain instants.
The judge but a calamity.
Engineer of my organs, my fantastic deliverer,
Eat me alive!
“The Delicacy of Kidney Beans” is from Giantess (YesYes Books, 2018).