Primitive in  General   

I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are
savages. You come in with a bag,
hold it out to me in silence.
I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
and understand the message: I have
pleased you greatly last night. We sit
quietly, side by side, to eat,
the long pancakes dangling and spilling,
fragrant sauce dripping out,
and glance at each other askance, wordless,
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
laid along the sill to show
a friend sits with a friend here.

By Sharon Olds

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• A Week Later
• Crab
• One Year
• Primitive
• Sex Without Love
• The Arrivals
• The Borders
• The Daughter Goes To Camp
• The End
• The Mortal One
• The Pact
• The Space Heater
• The Unborn
• Topography