Craig Arnold Poems
|4.||Meditation on a Grapefruit||10/14/2017|
|5.||Lines for painting on grains of rice||10/14/2017|
|7.||Very Large Moth||10/14/2017|
|8.||The Invisible Birds of Central America||10/14/2017|
|11.||For A Cook||12/16/2014|
Comments about Craig Arnold
I'm cooking Thai—you bring the beer.
The same order, although it's been a year
—friendships based on food are rarely stable.
We should have left ours at the table
where it began, and went to seed,
that appetite we shared, based less in need
than boredom—always at the cheapest restaurants,
Thai, Szechwan, taking our chance
with gangs and salmonella—what was hot?
The five-starred curries? The pencilled out
entrees?—the first to break a sweat
would leave the tip. I raise the knocker, let
it fall, once, twice, and when the ...