Exquisite Corpse Experiment (Alex & Patrycja)

Alex (Greenspan) and I created this after an epic waffle breakfast this morning. For those who aren't familiar with the poetry game, we each wrote a few lines and then folded over the paper so that we could only see the other person's last line. And Voila!:

Waiting for Waffles

This opus of a halfling: half-eaten half-life

core, shaped flower, shaped cunt

seeds patient, or dawdling. Decent? Darling

am I decent? Is it

crispy? Resentment flows

like pancake batter; feel it

between your toes and

that other soft space, roof of the mouth;

the underside of some steamed lid:

we’re cooking bow-tie pasta, darling,

sautéing anxieties on the side.

                        Sorry about the tattoos

            and the miniatures; the butter-

            knife wounds I never shared:

            can we still be friends?

Can we still sit--all dimples and clenched teeth

            and squirming toes?

            Watch for blueberries

underfoot; thorns and dragonflies;

love and reading-glasses.

We wish we could wait, unassuming,

the way a browning artichoke does

                        head chopped off,

head atop the slender neck

of a vase. Dead chess set. Herniated

            piano-fake eyelashes. The cranes

                        are drying. A poem is cooking.

                                    Let simmer until supple.