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

Condensed

Into one good chew

 

And now:

 

One Strained Swallow

Down the Hollow Drain

 

Written 2005

 

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