"... chicken underlaid with tarragon and truffle bruises ..."

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L. Kiew reads "Cambridge" and "Exterior"

Cambridge

I can still see
the Cam in my dreams,
feel its sluggish rhyme,
its dead damp undertow.

It flows slow, slow
with muddy memories.
I am wide-eyed,
poleless on a punt.

The city closes in tight,
the streets are clogged,
cars parked double,
jams round Parker's Piece.

Sandstone colleges enclose,
heavy gates and small
quads cobbled and echoing.
The ground seems slippery.

Then I come into a space,
open with brief blue sky
over dirty Market Square,
green plums and old books.






Exterior

________crisp outwardness,
lying
gently on the pink
of seared salmon

________juicy surfaces,
mouthfuls
of bubbled crackling
and wet white fat.

________glazed layers,
duck roasted
brittle snuggled
against spring onion.

________moist facade,
chicken underlaid
with tarragon
and truffle bruises

________sharp peel,
nibbling lemon
sprays essential
oils coating my lips

________all more
than keeping insides
in. Skin is
sweet and succulent.