Tooth-
less pumpkins—I
know why
you grin! at me out-
side the chilly corner
market—somehow you sense
your ruination
was not
a terrible waste—and now
so-
carved you sit no
longer craving—wholly
quiet and quite
full
of room
for laughing light—whereas
I—feeling
presently just
about as empty—am probably much
more
scared than you ever
were—of whatever starved
faces I make getting
stuck that way.
