This is a part of an ongoing interdisciplinary collaboration with Janani Balasubramanian. Janani is working on a book of fairytales poems, I'm translating them into food, and we're cooking/performing through the book in five course meals.
LIKE THERE IS SOMETHING ROTTING INSIDE US
We have always slipped right past
each other’s fear into anger,
which feels exactly
like the bite of a big city’s lights
into your pockets.
We keep our pockets
well apart from one another’s,
going so far as to take our pants off
before we hug:
it is the beginning of spring
and the birds are a little freaked out
by the cold filling only half the sky
so there is
me, laying pants on the stove
to boil to an awry symphony
and there is
you, throwing yours out the window
so they can be useful and eaten.
In these times anger
looks like taking off layers
with fervor. I expect
the next time we fight
it will end with me,
cooking my hands
throwing your skeleton
out the damned window
for the birds to suck.
Slice off the cheeks of a mango
but leave enough flesh on to keep it sweet.
Set the pit on the grill.
Season with salt, chili powder and lime juice.
Serve with hands.