Review by Valerie Wetlaufer
Taste of Cherry
By Kara Candito
University of Nebraska Press
Perfect Bound, 68 pages
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Try to think of all this as a seduction.
A tourist trap or attraction . . . the self’s stuttering
between the holy pornography of martketplace
and passing glance.
Imagine the impact—wrecking ball, welcome
injury or collision, like some secret screamed
in a late night taxi.
Why do I watch her? Worship is the word
my mother used once. That was before.
One night, they catch me. It’s funny, really—my father beating me for wanting to fuck
my sister. He cannot say, Son, I know you
want to fuck your sister. After this, I lookat naked magazines. But every night before
I fall asleep, I see her. My love stuck inside
the body of my sister, curled like smokefrom a bashful chimney. My beautiful girl
waiting, wanting me. She doesn’t know yet
the shape of my face in the dark.
I roll down the hill beside the river.
Gravity, it grinds my bones.
Time saws off. Nothing here,but truth and hot.
Valerie Wetlaufer is a PhD student and Vice-Presidential Fellow at the University of Utah. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in La Fovea, Melusine, Word Riot, Poemmemoirstory and Bloom. You can find her online here.