Eugene Golovesov, Untitled
I Smell the Urine of an Englishman
Christa Fairbrother
Your kidneys, not your cupboard can of beans,
but the ones right below your ribs, filter
toxins–the red stuff that makes Doritos
addictive, a flight of Coronas, though
not bad pick-up lines. Until with lupus,
they stop. Filtering doesn’t work anymore,
kidney becomes Dinky deny Ken yen.
The real waste becomes foamy, bloody.
Nephrology, the word for studying
them, so valuable it’s from the Greeks.
Jack, stocked with double beans, the real, plus
famous climbing legumes, all the giant
gold in the sky, couldn’t make the ones in his
hand more precious than the ones in his back.
Christa Fairbrother
Your kidneys, not your cupboard can of beans,
but the ones right below your ribs, filter
toxins–the red stuff that makes Doritos
addictive, a flight of Coronas, though
not bad pick-up lines. Until with lupus,
they stop. Filtering doesn’t work anymore,
kidney becomes Dinky deny Ken yen.
The real waste becomes foamy, bloody.
Nephrology, the word for studying
them, so valuable it’s from the Greeks.
Jack, stocked with double beans, the real, plus
famous climbing legumes, all the giant
gold in the sky, couldn’t make the ones in his
hand more precious than the ones in his back.