Aphrodisiac
by Christophe Hollerfield


She hated the oysters
(because she was eating the sea)
She hated the champagne
(because she was drinking gas)
So I gave her a bunch of grapes,
knowing she liked to suck on things
that are round and full of juice.

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Preparing An Artichoke

I watched her prise off
its leaves one-by-one,
their green retreating
as her hands worked
their way to its purpled
membrane. Pulling back
the hairs of its core
revealed her trophy:
an up-ended root aching
in its oil.
About Christophe Hollerfield:
Christophe Hollerfield is the pseudonym of a 27 year old London based
writer whose work can be seen in journals such as Softblow, Autumn Sky
Poetry and Why Vandalism? and is forthcoming in The Warwick Review,
Decanto and Remark.
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