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