a sun-kissed trailer in the foothills
pale blue panels made of tin--
galvanized and scorching,
sweet summer
wind and sweat
you foiled the windows
to cover crystal fires,
illuminated stove tops,
illicit men
sweat simmers
bubbled flesh
in order to see something
you gotta taste it
so you smoked them down
like a freight train,
throats retching
in the heat of the night
open up wide enough
and the beast will spring,
it hangs on its hinges
slick-- wet-- angry
hankering for
an ugly feeling
Carla Smith received her bachelor's degree in English from the University of Montevallo. She now lives in Siheung-Si, South Korea where she works as an ESL instructor. She spends her free time eating tteokbokki and exploring the Korean countryside. Her poem has been published in Five:2:One Magazine’s The Slide Show.