The Aug. 26 cover story "Monsters of Poetry" puts the spotlight on the poet's art to preview the fourth annual Decatur Book Festival, to be held Sep. 4-6. This blog will count down the days to the festival by posting a poem each day by a different writer, to let the verse speak for itself. For Aug. 28, "My Epicurean Curse by Katie Chaple.
"My Epicurean Curse"
I think of what Id like to leave you with
when I leave: a long oak table
and rather than me splayed out naked across the top
just another vague flash
to masturbate to years from now
Id like to leave you with monkfish
in parchment, covered with slices of mango,
slender green stalks of chives,
the lace of parsley. Id like to leave you
with opaque glazes, pastriesanything that means
separating eggs, folding in heavy cream, anything
that demands a delicate turn of the wrist. Mousse and meringues
and brioche, and Andalusian partridge wreathed in figs.
Dishes dotted with raspberries, garnished
with mint, crescents of tangerine.
From then on when you lift a fork or break open a roll,
youll feel something you should remember,
something familiar, a shape that lurks underneath,
that eludes you momentarily, and swallowing, youll return
to this body of food, these heaps and curves
of bowls, plattersand for you,
at a quiet corner table, or hovering over an airplane tray,
or tucked in a padded banquet chair, for you,
monkfish will never be the same.
Katie Chaple serves as editor of Terminus Magazine and teaches writing at the University of West Georgia. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in such journals as 32 Poems, Antioch Review, Crab Orchard Review, The Chattahoochee Review, Passages North Southern Humanities Review, Poet Lore, and Washington Square.
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