Finger popped 
from a can 
I can 
not stop 
black buttons 
brined, mushed 
meaty 
When I dine 
I’m pimiento 
digging 
red center eyes 
Oil be sure 
they are soaked 
in 
Moroccan spice 
How nice to put them 
on a stick 
make them dirty 
in a drink 
I think I might 
never have 
liked an unsweet 
fruit 
let alone salted 
or as paste 
but here I am 
in a delicate 
stuff 
of bleu and 
jumbo garlic 
green hollows 
not one but two 
may I have 
another please 
to cream 
the palette 
toss the salad 
ready 
drown 
in the rain 
off the trees 
and stones 
of the sun 
slip the luscious 
dirt over 
my tongue 

Bio: Rebecca Surmont