WATER GLASS
Sure fooled me.
Had me right up
to the tinselly scraping
when I downed
the last mouthful
and the ice cube turned
out to be glass.
Arrowhead.
Shark's fin.
Lifting it out
nearly cost me a finger
never mind
the carnage it
could've caused
in the throat.
Awe around the table
as if I'd gone
inadvertent skydiving
or breezed through
a tiger rodeo just while
sipping, squeezing in
a lime. See
how the trick is turned.
Thrilling to be fooled so,
like when I went to check
the time in Paris
and a thief's hummingbird
caress left me gaping
at my naked wrist.
That was a touch
I never felt, but this time
I'm suffered to see
how I'm spared.
Everyone wanted to touch it, tap,
test their fingers on the edge.
Makes you want
to try your luck again,
the way a carnival bohunkus
gawps at the stage;
then jets his hand
in the air with ballooning
faith. Me, me,
pick me, mister.
Saw me in half.
I believe.
From The Id Kid by Linda Besner, which will be launched April 17, 2010.
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Sunday, 3 April 2011
Sunday Poem
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