Written by Allison Parker
My darling, I would like to lead you where
I work the marble counters with my hands.
It is my break time, I think.
Now take my hand. Take off my glasses.
Now I cannot see. So explain to me how
Exploring fingers generally disturb the salt.
Explain my customer. When I filled
The woman’s glass with horizontal splash:
The aromas of coffee, heavy whipping cream.
I crook my finger to the grip, handling pleasure,
But there are motions clearer to me than
complexion: inhaling air, listening to you drink.
Something called provocative, I think.
About Allison: Allison Parker is a writer and performance artist living in Wilmington, NC. She earned her graduate degree in creative writing from UNC-Wilmington’s writing program in 2001. Her poetry has appeared in Poetry East, Lilies and Cannonballs, the Oklahoma Review, ArtWord Quarterly, and A Sharp Piece of Awesome. Her play “Heathens” has been produced by both Offstage Theater in NYC and Big Dog Productions in Wilmington, NC. Her play “Girls, Girls, Girls” was produced by Bare Bones Theater in Charlotte, NC. From 1999 to 2003, she directed, acted and wrote theater pieces for the all female troupe Brawdeville. Currently, she performs with the 910 Noise art collective, and edits Southeastern Community College’s journal Aries in Whiteville, NC, where she has taught English for the past ten years.