Monday, January 12, 2015


the subtle dialogue between
a dissonant piano chord and a belly
fraught with nausea
is one of mutual respect.

a black metal folding chair touches a weak body
in the same way that wet cold coats sidewalks
and trains rattle too close to a man on a bike.

the insides of my elbows
and wrists
remember vigor and strength but today they are weak.

a small day
a stepping away
fasting and waiting
brings new eyes to the same face
and a hunger for life
a hunger for hunger
to crack the egg of myself into the soup of life
lust for living and breathing and moving.
and for that, gratitude.

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