In your St Kilda flat
we eat Rogan Josh, drink gin with lime,
licking our lips for every taste.
Sunday morning bagels, fill the bed
with crumbs, eat mangoes, sucking juice from
the skin. Nothing this good lasts forever
but while it does I learn that
green chillies are addictive and garlic lingers
on finger tips for days.
This poem was published on the wonderful online journal site: PASH capsule