Friday, April 1, 2016

CLOUD EIGHT

Devouring very late
breakfast—of

slimy glistening
hard
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.

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