PoetryIssue 04 | April 2009

Two poems by Sarah J. Sloat

On Stopping To Smell Perfume On the Way Home From Work

Do you remember Ecuador?


How our luggage burst like bulbs
from the underground cave
of the baggage claim?


A wrist circled in jade.


Have you ever licked rain from your fingers?
Imagine the drops falling faster.


Biofuel. Bioether. Bioephemeral.


Have you ever peeled moss off a stone,
then pressed it against you, inside out?


Dew, nutmeg and suede.


I’ve promised to stop on the way home
to feed the neighbor’s rabbits.
They are quiet, and have such cold noses.

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About the author

Sarah J. Sloat lives in Germany.

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