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.

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