As/Is







2.15.2004


Lunch, Sunday

soup in a paper cup.
broad-mouthed paper cup.
skim the edges with black spoon; centre
too hot, good for
burning my tongue

catrough.
in the endbrown lentils
cluster at the
corners

browneyes staring down white paper
walls.


doesn't 'lentil' have some
latin
derivation
from 'lens'?
tall tall coffee.


tall like columnstrees tall reaching for
my mouth.


i needn't look down justupto
theatrically lit tea bags ready
to dance.