Lip Pierced
for Beth Moree

who was a sex apart, a race apart
came apart, opened like a present
for me to enter and to take me in
in democratic exchange

what I knew of her, had of her,
like implements required, necessary,
to free conch from its shell

fell out before me, fell out at my feet

delighted, fascinated to eat it uncooked
as is customary among these islands


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2005
11:55 p.m. 27/april/05