curling them around br i hold their bodies in obscene embrace br thinking of everything but kinship. br collards and kale br strain against each strange other br away from my kissmaking hand and br the iron bedpot. br the pot is black. br the cutting board is black, br my hand, br and just for a minute br the greens roll black under the knife, br and the kitchen twists dark on its spine br and i taste in my natural appetite br the bond of live things everywhere.