Kerri Shying R # 559 - beside my heart I hear the acidness of hollow

three  o’ clock all I’ve had   is one cup

of coffee  soy milk     I try to imagine

eating    the fridge  is full    so full the door

fights back   listen  to my tongue   stinging

a rebuke   go on   eat your tea

beside my heart I hear   the acidness of hollow

space   pause   if I have grown to like the gnaw

my juice on flesh  my spine  a pinion to the bed

go  now hear the lettuce see the ham all wrapped

in calico  boil  rice  at least    it’s the anxiety of pain

I tell myself    you don’t have to make a meal of it