Brian Carey Chung
(from Balconies, The Return of Errant Desires
The tiered rice paddies are
Grasses celiac rootsmuscle of the earth,
The painted face of a sitar bulges
from a book in my periphery.
o barren womanfelt and understood.
him who sips his gin in wavy linens
a sensation of ants.
roadside saint mirage. My
of wine and its trapped giggles
are the crooked vine and a country.
In this heat, Visiting Spirituality,
who can say where sensation begins
with its clumsy speech and bodily functions
wasteId give anything
for a little company these long, luxurious days