denaturing
by Hal Y. Zhang
the way disdain tips from your words
like pineapples slipping
down basin of my mouth
a meat tenderizer, saw it
on a program once then I
bought out the supermarket section,
my counter a thousand eyes
spiraling. one by one the knife
resections their conic architecture,
the invader, goddess of the electric
hand. perhaps as they say winds
work like worms, patient in their own
unyielding ways; I am neither.
and the fruits thus flayed of coronets
lie there, quietly dying cores
slipping off the sink
rim as if to escape, not knowing
the black hole of trash truths beneath.
like pineapples slipping
down basin of my mouth
a meat tenderizer, saw it
on a program once then I
bought out the supermarket section,
my counter a thousand eyes
spiraling. one by one the knife
resections their conic architecture,
the invader, goddess of the electric
hand. perhaps as they say winds
work like worms, patient in their own
unyielding ways; I am neither.
and the fruits thus flayed of coronets
lie there, quietly dying cores
slipping off the sink
rim as if to escape, not knowing
the black hole of trash truths beneath.
Hal Y. Zhang is a word arranger and lapsed physicist who splits her time between the east coast of the United States and the Internet. She writes at halyzhang.com, and her science fiction chapbook Hard Mother, Spider Mother, Soft Mother was published by Radix Media.