Tina Demirdjian: Untitled

I want to wrap
myself in grapeleaves
so you can taste
my grandmother's
cooking from New York
a world not far
from your
backdoor now
you smell me
simmering in my pot
waiting for your hands
to touch my skin
rolled to keep
the flavor
inside your mouth.


Tina Demirdjian
This poem has appeared in ASPORA Volume II, 1995.