Issue 12
Edge
Arlene Ang
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This Edge to Appetite
When I slit husks
with the paring knife,
my nerves are already
threaded with tension wires.
Tiny black holes
are enough to drive me over
the edge of chaos, this
instability-with-order reaction.
As fire floats a raunchy odor
of skin crackling to brown,
I salivate like Pavlov's dog
on the rim of a hot plate.
There is something
of a masochist about this craving
to eat the starchy sweetness
of roasted chestnuts
while squirming against panic
at the thought of close
encounters with burnt worms
snugly netted within.
~Arlene Ang
Arlene Ang is the editor of the Italian Niederngasse. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Green Tricycle, The Paumanok Review, Sometimes City, Tryst and Eclectica. Email.
© 2003 by Arlene Ang. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2003 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.