Biting down—as
scrupulously
hard
as he alone can—
into such nauseatingly
shiny
stainless steel roasting pans—
he finally
sees himself
furiously clamped onto leanness—
as perhaps
the only long
dimension
of life—thinking—Jesus,
such interminable length!—
without any
other real geography—looks dull
and
tasteless
as death.
