In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

64 Cooked Tongue When it’s hot it’s most alive, a bubbling stew-pot lisp of hissing death in translation atop the gas fire past in the electric broiler mind ripped to shards in sulking cucinas of Florentine cubed twixt nostalgic wad of dirty yellow maize sown in tule swamps of Aztlán or the Afrikaans errata field where tribes war in the parenthesis like dueling spiks in gutter glyph margins of east central Fresno where bullhorns of bullfrogs croak and lick the night clean of insects and misplaced accents cocked in loaded chambers of mouth, tonsil, bell all nostalgic lungs sigh when steam sweats window and ceiling and glands swell to taste that unmistakable tinge of sweetened blood warming on the stutter of a word becoming. ...

Share