by Katie Kilcup
Armenian cucumber takes a double hand to hold,
pale, bitter. My tongue in the underworld.
Tongue up and down a toothed well. In defense of itself,
There may be a great range of human possibility,
Or, just the two movements of the eye and mouth
along the vertical axis.
If you slice an Armenian cucumber in half,
you see the future. Self grows itself, pale star climbing the night.