May Kuroiwa, a Japanese American born on a Hawaiian sugar plantation, lives and writes poetry and fiction in Havre de Grace, MD.
Fall 2010
Table of Contents - Vol. VI, No. 3
May Kuroiwa
Kate rolls in their bed
moaning about
muscle and sky and stone.
Brian already misses his wife.
Eyes bruised
he sits his watch.
Her body devours itself.
Soon that bag
emptied of poetry, will collapse.
What is justice? Where is mercy?
God is not love
He eats His own.
But Kate relies on the Bastard
so I must speak of
other things.
Of Solomon's Songs
sung to please Heaven
and the glories of Genesis.
She smiles and thanks me
for reading, while worms
work under her skin.
I return to my desk
and stack pebbles
but my sling is too short!
© May Kuroiwa
