which came first?
she throws away the basket
i take it and load my eggs
all cracking splitting discharging
the dream of chickens has passed
the hope for balance has gone
who settles, who calls it
a two year night? i have
piled them high
as my lover.
i am trapped
aware, prepared to feed
lonely, circling
ready to refuse touch & eyes
i lie.
i am not ready.
i have been hungry for months.
april 2007
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