Louise Glück

The Islander

Sugar I am CALLING you. Not
Journeyed all these years for this:
You stalking chicken in the subways,
Nights hunched in alleys all to get
That pinch…O heartbit,
Fastened to the chair.
The supper’s freezing in the dark.
While I, my prince, my prince…
Your fruit lights up.
I watched your hands pulling at the grapes.