To a friend giving unwanted advice
You hop about with your five eyes glittering.
You can jump twenty lengths of your body
and so could I, you say, it’s all a matter of will –
my long-legged stridulating friend
I pass the time imagining you sun-dried,
boiled, fried, drenched in lime or flavoured with spices
as they do in Mexico, or served on skewers
in the night market at Duonghamen.