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Orange Sherbet and Chocolate Syrup
Lewis LaCook 
Idiolect electronic editions richmond virginia 2001
 
For Renee!!!
Copyright 2001©Lewis LaCook 
 
The touch of taste, taste trickles:The tongue and its licorice at playAround the haloes, holes. InThis which is Very Dark of living roomI sliver a shrill incision on the skinOf muffled daylight; it barks at me;It is light, it is speaking in runes.“I would define sweetness asthe inversion of tartness,” she says.Meanwhile, let’s duck very quickly,The country is blowing holes in itsAttackers, who are threads on a breezeThat riddles the caulk of symbolic exchange.“I would define happiness as laying with youas you slide into sleep.” The solidity of her  body intrigues me. When I hold it, whenit’s under the sheets, it’s land, it’s inhabitable,we grow our food through it; wheninside it, when moments are giddy, itscales into silver weather, into watersI capture like necking with fizz. “IWould define tartness as the orangenessI crave, but I don’t like naturalOranges. I want orange flavor.”But what can you define flavor as, exceptThe celebration of tooth-fillings frosted over With creeks of freezerburn, while the countryClutches itself, its fiercely proud heart?In any case, I can adjust the contrast andAdjust the brightness of the hole in theVery Dark, through which I am seeingWhat I can call Beyond Me, I’m sure,In any case, I am very how you sayFree. I can move about in the daytime(I don’t). I can accost neighbors toinquire of their quietude (I don’t). I
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