breakfast—of
slimy glistening
hard
boiled chicken
as soon as you start
to get
boiled chicken
eggs, he licked
his chalky
fingers, clucked
his chalky
tongue, and once
barely
paused—just
long
enough to exhale
and ruminate—that
as soon as you start
to get
enough
sleep, the only hard
facts
become—
sex and hunger.
