This poem is taken from PN Review 143, Volume 28 Number 3, January - February 2002.

Eleven More Destinations

John Gallas

Anon. Brunei

A twist of hair...

A twist of hair
stitches softly
puffed flour
on a pan.

I lower my
pinced fingers
at it in a thin
flour-cloud.

Carefully. The hair
must not prick
deeper or
slip away.

And the flour
must not hush
off the edge
by breath or dab.

A delicate matter
needs the same
exact line
...

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