Thursday, September 6, 2007

Found Poem: The story of Palaak Paneer (Compiled from an Indian Food Box, and the Story of O

Early English traders who came to India
and gently spread her lips
with long division
grazed the inside of her thighs with
Roman Numerals, made famous
in the restaurants
of England, except for
the strips of green bell peppers,white
and tomatoes
were still behind her back.
You have to get past the pleasure stage; except
for the Garden of Eden.
you do this from time to time
holding her.
Do not consume
if the pouch is leaking, still wrapped in her red cape
or bloated
befouled by tears
long, black, and delicate
enjoy good Indian food.
A small 2 inch cut
During the day.
Had she sinned?

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