“Hip”: A Poem by Santi Tafarella

 

beneath the sour apple tree

 

you will knob my more

of tone and fin

 

we will bop

and lie in wraps

and yalp

 

and moan

 

your ribs i’ll

finger

like a harp

 

and you

will mime my trombone

About Santi Tafarella

I teach writing and literature at Antelope Valley College in California.
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2 Responses to “Hip”: A Poem by Santi Tafarella

  1. J Wetzel says:

    Are you related to the Santi Tafarella who was a great trumpet and cornet player? He died in 1962.

  2. santitafarella says:

    Yes I am. He was my grandfather. He died of a heart attack at the age of 70—and before I was born.

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