By A.J. Huffman
I finished chopping it for her. For you,
I even added a few drops of my own blood
to complete digital conversion. Emersion,
transcribed, releases the pungent aroma, but has lost
its powers of memory stimulation. It is more
iridescent symbol than tangible idol
at this point, but the skin did scan quite exquisitely.
Once opened, you will see its levels shine
like petals drenched in midnight rain. You will be
drawn to touch its aura. Beware:
its fabled letting will only add your DNA
to an already flooded sink.
A.J. Huffman's poetry, fiction, haiku, and photography have appeared in hundreds of national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, and Offerta Speciale, in which her work appeared in both English and Italian translation. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com.