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
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.