it starts slender,
the pale spine
of an onion
under my shaking
hand. you say, stop
cooking that stinking
food. let us thin
into transparent bell
pepper slices, the fist
of seed. we curdle,
coconut milk left
in the same pot. dissect
under the blade.
Siobhan Jean-Charles (she/her) is an MFA candidate at Arizona State University. Her poetry can be found or are forthcoming in Broadkill Review, Furrow, Redactions, The Tusculum Review, and The Shore Poetry, where she is the blog editor.