Natasha Kochicheril Moni

When A Porn Star Steals A Poet's Name

The poet with her shirt
     off, again, boils
water for hot cereal she will eat

in her bra. And apple. A pink lady,
     she slices, blanches,
adds to the sugar

oats whose only redeemer
     is the organic seal.
Maybe you wanted her

in black
     lace, a clove,
an espresso dripping

from lips. 
     She is here
to tell you she keeps

the door shut,
     her favorite utensil
is a spoon, that only once

when she burned
     the wood too bright
did she throb naked outside.

Here, the cats she keeps
     on china, a cooling
tea beside milk sweets,

two tablets of vitamin C
     and this
letter from you,

a stranger, sent to
     the wrong woman
with the same full name.

 
Natasha Kochicheril Moni, a recent editor/publisher of Crab Creek Review, currently writes and resides in the Bay Area. Three of her poetry manuscripts were named semi-finalists in Black Lawrence Press competitions. Her work regularly appears in journals including: Indiana Review, Verse, Rattle, and Diagram. E-mail: natashamoni[at]yahoo.com

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