kumquat – the fruit itself
There are, of course, layers upon layers.
There is the fruit itself, the experience
thereof. The two magnify each other
in turn until a bright hot spot begins
to smoke. The anthill is sent into a panic,
a leg flurry. I never ate a kumquat—
cannot say if you peel it or swallow it
whole like a carnival goldfish
slurped on a dare. Later you’d risk
your first kiss by the Zipper.
Just then the fireworks lit up the river.
You looked out there where hairy men
scurried the barge. “Kaboom,” you whispered,
Ross Robbins‘ chapbook The Book of Definitions is now available from Atomic Theory Micro Press. Order your limited-edition, hand-sewn copy now!
Ross is a poet and painter based in Portland, Oregon. His previous publications include I Want to Say How I Feel and be Done With It Forever (Bone Tax Press, 2013), All In Black Blood My Love Went Riding (Two
Plum Press, 2014), and in late 2017, Two Plum Press will release The Three E.P.s, a collection comprised of three sections excerpted from three different full-length manuscripts. His poems have appeared in many lovely journals including Assaracus, Hobart, The Nervous Breakdown, The Fanzine, and Forklift, Ohio.
Ross was the founder of Bone Tax Press and the Bone Tax Reading Series. A lifelong devourer of poetry, his influences are obvious and many. If you would like to read more of his work, find him online at rossrobbinspoetry.tumblr.com or inknode.com/RossRobbins.