Cacophony: Uogashi in Yellow

by Alisson Parker

Vacant fish eyes stare
up out of the bowels
of this city
stooping expectations
only to be slit—openness
is a virtue for
a smokescreen;
homogeneity
is only for milk.

Milky octopi, my
rosy cheeked
distaste
for bloody faces—
but there: a wee
yellow bud.

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