His 1999 poem, "Fork," was featured last week in a Slate article on the peculiar history of that utensil.
This strange thing must have
crept
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s
neck.
As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a
piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the
rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and
blind.
Tuesday, July 17th, 8PM, Davis Audiorium, Palamountain Hall, 815 North Broadway, Saratoga.
