Still Life... Poem by GRANT FRASER

The headphones
recharger,
scribbly B&W
white mat,
for a cup,
a nude reclining
on a beach,
tufts of black wire
under there...

with butter melting
all over the map,

contact that...

I don't know which
part of you starts
where?

one part
on each of it,

one apple
two halves,

they look the same,
but are not though,

where did you
get that?

so knife close
to your slice,

captured in a moist
cavern,

suffocatting

I'll rip both
hearts out
and see
which one thuds harder

throw it all
away,
once I get rid
of the desire...