Poet's Corner: Franny Choi

To the Man Who Shouted “I Like Pork Fried Rice” at Me on the Street by Franny Choi

you want to eat me
out. right. what does it taste like
you want to eat me right out
of these jeans & into something
a little cheaper. more digestible.
more bite-sized. more thank you

come: i am greasy
for you. i slick my hair with msg
every morning. i’m bad for you.
got some red-light district between
your teeth. what does it
taste like: a takeout box
between my legs.
plastic bag lady. flimsy white fork
to snap in half. dispose of me.
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My Poem: The Old Guard: Baklava Blues: Gen

Title: Baklava Blues
Fandom: The Old Guard
Character: Andy
Poetic Form: blues stanza
Length: 150
Rating: Gen

a thousand years and a thousand more, and yet ‘em bees still makin’ honey
been there, here, tossed up on every shore, and yet ‘em bees still makin’ honey
to make baklava sweet-sunny

almond, pecan, pistachio, cashew, there’s plenty o’ nuts in the tree
walnut, chestnut, macadamia, too, there’s plenty o’ nuts in the tree
the baklava nut is crazy-me.

it’s layer upon layer, this life, pilin’ on, whether thin or thick
sometimes like filigree, sometimes a piece of cake, but whether thin or thick
like baklava, it all seems to stick

pinch of somethin’ warm, cinnamon and clove, a fine recipe
roses in the water, saffron in the yolk, a fine recipe
baklava, so much more treacly

a thousand more, almond walnut, pistachio, how can I be blue?
it’s layer upon layer, roses in water, saffron in yolk, how can I be blue?
baklava, abides, my true love true