A SUITCASE OF KANSAS
from which stranger do they come?
its own men who owned
that heart furred with light
stored in a storm of blood
a suitcase of Kansas?
sheep gather in a huddle a circle
lean into the open spaces
leaves curl in pocket, root hairs
that pass in slow succession
and for a decisive decision: the narrator will have Bimur and Sabit for lunch.
The two girls believe that once, in about 5000 BC, people have seen two suns going into conjunction over India.
Since then Bimur and Sabit - in memory of the orally recorded event are wearing shiny orange silk over their breasts.
“Our nipples are paring,” the two whisper, “we hear promises talking to us more loudly than silence can keep silent. The suns, one round and the other a square, seem to be constructs but people have seen and realized the power saved in them. It is believed that he corners of the one square that moved into the round sun could only reach a junction because the hearts of two lovers – at that time – wanted to unite by sharing one single soul beating together.”
“Engulfed,” Sabit contemplates, “digested,” Bimur replies, lifting her eyelids as if they were feathers of a cockatoo.
Sunday morning in passions of rain or moods
whispering take me there, take me April winds
of her will off towards the other one and kisses her
when 2nd Avenue blocks itself up with construction
to control our world and our responses to it
dotting the buzz and babble control of our environ-
meant our response to it would change the year
something about a two-syllable Inuit word for
popular at camp – open, tongue tip probing
like a bird that sings and flies away when
Torment kept at bay. Pleasure and pain out for a new realignment,
Sabit: “Once we are able to make the suns’ energies work in cars, we’ll go for unlimited miles.”
Bimur: “Fusion. Well, watch out, already earlier it was the taste of unbearable heat on his tongue, when Olysses, stringed to the mast of his sail boat, enraged and out of control threw hot kisses toward an island where he recognized Sirens gazing at him. He was a believer in coordinated identities like: Ice and its tail, loops, warmed up sliding seats, tubeless tires, caliper rule, netted encyclopedias, astronomical bread prices, swaying philanderers still tied to their mothers’ apron strings, fear to go into rupture or fear for embarking the U.S.A. after 2001 AC, both, by the seas or by air”.
Sabit:” Oh Bimur dear lets go to lunch.”
how many syllables
in the dark and light of suns
the clear birds
attack scarecrows guard the farm
early evening grays cover the moss
on which four legs
separates a girl and a man
you had heard
one cup and three brown-bagged
big stores of corn and dishes