Chew You


I’ve always loved left overs

Cold, by the kitchen sink

With dirty fingers and appalled mothers


These, though, I will eat alone

Sitting up

In bed


It was a good, unapologetic lay

The day we tried

To play for good


But, it was really only a day


One good day


Into one good chew


And now:


One Strained Swallow

Down the Hollow Drain


Written 2005


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