"fugu" that's the fish the Japanese like but you can die from if not ate at
thr right time. Never had the pleasure myself but it works here in the poem
right at the end of a line. I like your use of enjambment here. Don't know
why? Just do. Keep them coming Christina.
bw
James
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Consuming Culture
>Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 05:48:05 EST
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>Sorry, this isn't the beginning of another endless stream of pomes and I
>will
>catch up on c&c soon.
>bw
>christina
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> Consuming Culture
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> For years he imagined this moment: cod,
> chips and scratchings, the smear of grease
> on the tips of his fingers, whiffs of salt
> and malt vinegar rising from paper.
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> He closes his eyes and rolls the globe
> she speared from the jar in his mouth -
> an extra thrill not mentioned
> in the guide to Glasgow. A far cry from fugu -
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> the fear of death on a plate. Light years
> from moths on toast or wireworm sauce.
> Tomorrow he will try a saveloy in batter.
> Now he must focus on his onion.
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> christina fletcher
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