Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Devil's Tongue

This flower smells worse than a rotten chef salad.
This flower is never a sideshow at a festival--
                 it is the festival.
This flower wants to hide in a room with no windows
                 and believes in a delicious orange fungus
                 creeping under a rock.
This flower needs to pray.
This flower harbors the smoky secrets from a temple
                 made entirely of broken dishes.
This flower leaves a gash on the tourist too stunned
                 to gasp or cry.
It promises to taste your leg.
Hates the dumb throb and pierce of a worm.
This flower wants to wear black. This flower asks,
                  And how is the body inside?

-- Aimee Nezhukumatathil, At The Drive-In Volcano

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