CAFÉ of Unintelligible Desire (published in Ghost City Review, 2017)
Julia Caroline Knowlton
CAFÉ OF UNINTELLIGIBLE DESIRE
Everything is maybe in the café
of unintelligible desire. We
may become bluer than blue nudes
nailed to museum walls. Our kisses
may be fat peonies. Lately in the café
we realize we owe each other nothing,
only two irises & twenty tiny white crescents.
Outside, it is quite a different story.
Clouds begin shaking the merciless air,
a new sun raising its fist of fire.
What you said & what I heard disappear;
pure moving, silence slicing.
