Arlene Ang
lives in Venice, Italy where she edits the Italian edition of Niederngasse.
Her poetry has recently appeared in The Pedestal Magazine, Melic
Review, Tattoo Highway, The Adirondack Review and 2River
View. She has received a nomination from VLQ for the 2003 Pushcart
Prize.
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Arlene Ang.
The
Beef Carpaccio Affair
Summer
left with a swirl
of
russet leaves, like her hair
breathing
female scents up my nose.
And
this craving for raw meat.
Her
tanned thighs
slick
with perspiration
unscrewed
that bottle
of
extra-virgin olive oil.
I
pressed against her, like the chef
who
worked his coriander mill
over
our heated plates between swings
of
the kitchen door, and licked.
Copyright ©
2003 Arlene Ang. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
Rabbit
in Blue
to
Ella McCrystle
After
the tenth complaint
of
the morning
I
drive by her house.
Before
gravy-smeared windows
and
beatings in B flat
on
unwired piano,
I hesitate.
No
blue uniform or badge
can
protect against
Beethoven
nakedness
as
she composes noted recipes
on
walls with furred slippers.
She
is crackling spit
that
will roast me alive
while
I savor
the
drip of my own oil
past
these lips -
kisses
only she can orchestrate.
I know
there is no warrant
for
arresting her when we fall
into
love or floor sex.
Quivering
from sudden fear,
I
drive past for the tenth time
like
a rabbit barely escaping trap.
Copyright ©
2003 Arlene Ang. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
What
Da Vinci Missed
to
Ella McCrystle
I will
be the policeman
who
breaks
into
your apartment
after
recurrent complaints
of
burnt roast
and
piano banging.
Da
Vinci never knew
what
he missed
when
he donned
his
mother's clothes
and
posed as Mona Lisa
with
arthritic hands.
You
will be naked
of
resistance
to
my arrest
while
you seek
to
claw out my eyes with
delusions
of grandeur.
But
I will not be
Da
Vinci, playing blind
in
the name of transvestism
and
you will not be
Mona
Lisa, immortally
virgin
and unattainable.
One
tight kiss
will
lace you to my arms,
to
this straight jacket.
I will
paint you
with
tongued strokes
no
great artist ever knew.
You
will know then
nothing
becomes you
like
white.
Copyright ©
2003 Arlene Ang. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
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