Kevin Young
Gumbo
How the stomach, starved,
spits out food
balloonedis how
I love you. Too
much. And all
over Africa the locusts
move in, un-
invited, and eat
up everythang.
Dear, I needs
a benefit
concert! Some star
stud affair. Send
food soon
this regime
must end. Child,
I have left only
skinan old
unstirred soups
from Jelly Roll: A Blues, Knopf, 2003.