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.

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