Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Kumquat Lover

He ignores me.
He's involved in peeling his kumquat
carving the rind into
a 3-D spiral form in the shape of a geisha girl.
Because, he says
"aren't kumquats from the Celestium... I mean the Celestial... you know what I mean..."
waving his hand in a gesture
whose uncolored vastness was a clear indicator
that he did not know China from Japan
the Middle Kingdom from the Floating Kingdom
mandarin oranges from kumquats
or me
from the geisha of his dreams.

-- a word salad poem
Collection available! Knocking from Inside

2 comments:

ninotaziz said...

Dear Tiel Aisha Ansari,
I love yo0ur kumquat story.

Ruth said...

I love this.