Poem
Blowing Her Lungs Out into a Clay Oven Mother leans against the island in the nanosecond kitchen at Farouk’s home in New Rochelle, marveling at a Miracle Icemaker as half-moons tumble into a glass bowl. She spins a Lazy Susan with glee, clicks the fire fountains on & off. “Atomic food makes stomachs ache,” she…