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THE PROBLEM WITH CHICKPEAS by Pam Murray Winters
August 31, 2015
for Joyce Lionarons
The problem with chickpeas isn't
their mutability, their waxy-hard faces
turning soft in the rising embrace
of bubbles. They lay down their lives
to save a sentient protein, disembody
in the hymn of hummus. They have
many names: garbanzo, cicer, Indian pea,
chana, sanaga pappu. They were prayer beads
for Rumi, and their name, to him,
is hidden from us. Small imperfect
spheres, collapsing planets, transformative
clay: their problem is not the ways
they change. It is that they are
humble flesh, cheap in the can, and we cooks
expect so much from them.
Read more of Pam Murray Winter's poems in the Spring 2015 edition of the Delaware Poetry Review.