Poem: "Gorgeous Unfinished Wood Braced in Grey Iron"
Gorgeous Unfinished Wood Braced in Grey Iron Protect us from being eaten by a vine or a stick. Save us from being devoured by the new thatch or the shiny nails. —Xunka’ Utz’utz’ Ni’, “So the New House Won’t Eat Us” They are eating us, the lamps dangling like fruit from curving metal stems that sucked up days of browsing catalogues, days lost from sex, the Sony 24” HDTV and the media console, gorgeous unfinished wood braced in grey iron, that cost more than thought, the witchy bedroom blinds that can be lowered from the top or raised from the sill to stop envious eyes, the kitchen cart, the black bookshelves, the dish drainer, the shower caddy, the vacuum cleaner, the plastic food containers that swallow each other like Russian dolls, they are devouring us. And our neighbors gossip, Serves them right. Let them be eaten up , cry our friends. Close the mouths of the envious, Kajval , shut up the smug socialists. Let the priest go on his way. We will pray to...