Tammy Armstrong (Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada): "Calamari and Ink"
We needed a memory
for a meal no one could finish.
Hooked index fingers into bowls of black—
cursive graffiti
along the dining room table.
Not contained on sponge pads,
cover charge bar stamps
the ink pooled cabaret make-up.
Not all offerings from the ocean are grand.
Squid like a boxed ear
swollen, cut
re-shaped into a gift,
an adjustable ring from a small town carnival
from a lover who doesn’t know me well.
I’d marry if asked.
But these rings bloat the rice indigo
marring late night calligraphy
when we can’t see how
we’ve outstayed another welcome.
© Tammy Armstrong 2006
for a meal no one could finish.
Hooked index fingers into bowls of black—
cursive graffiti
along the dining room table.
Not contained on sponge pads,
cover charge bar stamps
the ink pooled cabaret make-up.
Not all offerings from the ocean are grand.
Squid like a boxed ear
swollen, cut
re-shaped into a gift,
an adjustable ring from a small town carnival
from a lover who doesn’t know me well.
I’d marry if asked.
But these rings bloat the rice indigo
marring late night calligraphy
when we can’t see how
we’ve outstayed another welcome.
© Tammy Armstrong 2006
