not always

part indian,
part spanish, part horseradish,
part mustard.
german, I see that too
in her.
she's a club
sandwich.
a zesty treat of a girl.
this sparrow
sized siren who lies
between
the sheets,
the rye bread of my
bed.
dressed in the translucent
leafs of lettuce.
the indigestion later
is worth it,
but not always.