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your hunger is hammering

a rawsearch lead to a plastictub of almonds

a now here’s a picture of your diamondhand

digging lifting eating

on the subway

how many will you eat?

can i eat one? to eat? they’re for eating?

you canteat them all

it was just a bad dream
sooooooo long ago
a filthy lifting
and we’re all ok
. under a vendors cart, we found
and when the dumptruck stopped, out fell
shampoo
gum
a pencil
we’re the untouchables
but we can touch
and we must
an extreme extremity
to sit
and
.

This, I’d subject to intense scrutiny
The body has dissolved or dissipated
Maybe there’s a clue to what I want
Our hopes lie with the armies marching
Maybe one day
Suppertime will come

there’s a bend in the river. a special place. it’s brown. and it’s in the south bronx. down there.

it hasn’t been repainted. it’s a rented apartment. too much. or lacquered — the couch. haven’t gotten high on the fumes or suffocated from the sanding dust.

bit into a stray peppercorn in the salad. and i kinda liked it until i saw a roach scatter to the couch.

the f’ing couch.

so shifty. sent me flying. i never want to come back. or go home.

until i spied you. shifting a better way. pressing flesh. in a good way. yes yes.

you’ve keyed me up. on a wire. it’s terrific. so sell me, but i’m sold.