She spun the argument
with a thread he could not follow
perfecting
the delicate construction
until he
unsuspecting
fell
entangled
to
his
gentle destruction.
...
so big — they said you shouldn't really be moved
so fragile you might break
you could be from anywhere pot
styles have travelled just like terracotta
you could almost be an english pot
but I know you're not.
I know half of the story pot
of where you come from
of how you got here
but I need you to tell me the rest pot
tell me
did they say you were bought pot
a looters' deal done
the whole lot
sold to the gentleman in the grey hat
or
did they say you were lost pot
finders are keepers you know pot
or
did they say they didn't notice you pot
must have slipped onto the white sailing yacht
bound for england.
someone
somewhere
will have missed you pot
gone out looking for you pot
because
someone
somewhere
made you
finger nails
pressed
snake patterned you pot
washed you pot
used you pot
loved you pot
if I could shatter this glass
I would take you back myself pot.
you think they wouldn't recognise you pot
say diaspora
you left now
you're not really one of us.
pot I've been back to where my family's from
they were happy
to see me
laughed a lot
said I was more asian than the asian's pot
I was pot
imagine.
the hot sun on your back
feel flies settle on your skin
warm grain poured inside
empty pot
growl if you hear me
pot?
pot?
...
you listen to music in the same way you eat food
with reverent ecstasy
tasting each cadence in sound
separating layers of rhythm
savouring slithers of melting melody whilst
hearing salt grind
in the unexpected sweet refrain
held at the back of your throat
the deepest base
touches the tip of your tongue
so sourness sings
its sharp twist
to curdle drums
you peel a piano concentrating on keeping the spiral
flavour spins the radio dial
blur of colliding in your headphones
in the wet street a woman and a man argue about
who should have rung who
on rainy days I'm told
everything tastes like music.
...