after Küchenidylle by Anton Ebert
A woman’s sunbathed earlobe with— two gold globes deliberately dangled. Her cheek reflects a rose. In front of her, a fat carrot glows. And here, I almost said— something about savoring. A strip of fish pinched in her fingertips. Whiskers glint, a cat’s furred lips & ready tongue. We can always catch the light if— we expect it.