Delicacy
Seasoning

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Delicacy

Tonight I dine on a mood as old as the world.
Content to sap my lungs
With a slaw of black banana peels.

When night is bored she grows mean.
Buried in leaves. A belly full of stones.
Walk past me. I am a cat gagging on a blade of grass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seasoning

The fences my mother gave me
Have been infiltrated many times
By cruel rabbits selling nails to crows
Building balconies they preside over
     Like despots

Somewhere there is still
     Privacy,
Trapped in a mine shaft
Pinned under a tree I have felled

My heart is asleep
Like a guilty man walking free
Through the countryside
Silence sweetening the blood