by Steven J. Serafiani

If I were Slavic
this zest for female unbridled
control and decency
two in which terms; if Slavic-
would just be broken english
I think of deli New York
or Cannes cafe
the ooh la la
both enticing
both sexy
pomp and sheepskin leather over shoulders
to Slavic,
she says irresistible,
the narrator insists
workman’s hands mold round waist
foie gras
Slavic, mon cheri.