And temptation is everywhere.
I could afford 3 of it with the
Abe in my pocket right now.
Golden arches, red pigtails,
or powdery confections from the pink-and-orange?
(I could get 4 of those.)
What do you do with hunger,
after it slips its leash and doubles back to bite your heels?
It's not my body that's hungry, anymore.
It's the complicated circuitry that is my brain,
running on memories and a kind of sadness that circles with its hackles
up,
looking for a break in the wiring.
(If my mouth
is full of hamburger,
there's no room for the ashes I'll become when it finds one.)
there's no room for the ashes I'll become when it finds one.)
T.A.B 4-27-13
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