Lola Haskins
Dinner With Yun
Between us pasta cools, red as luck.
Your words cut the hungry air.
Yun, truth is the sweetest knife.
Let us never lie to one another.
Fry our tongues before we come to this!
Here, have a morsel dredged in crumb,
sauteed to a delicious gold. Have
the hors d'oeuvres of our hopeful marriages,
the men on our answering machines.
Take this wine.
The world through its thin glass rim can sing
if you rub it with a wet finger.
