Dominic Mah

Recipe For An Intimate Party

(part icicle

part hair

one part liquor

part of growing up

all a part

of a lifetime)

(part animal

spare parts

become a part

of something special)

(part of speech

part of a crew

no one is a lone

part of the news or

part of this mess)


It's not a race

it's not a contest

it's not a game either.

It's not about you

it's about flesh's deathless

dip and eclipse of limbs and

cheeks fulla apples and

filled out blank looks.

In a crowdscene smoky attic

your heart beats on my back.

In no time the whole evening

falls down the stairs

all hotty behavior

flipping it side to side.