Illumined by the scrawny light clinging
to the ceiling of
the hulking white
GE refrigerator,
his midnight eyes flashed and saw—backwards
for the very first time:
and how bedraggled,
how cold,
pale and pitiful!
the little motherfucker
hidden away in there,
now looked to him from the outside:
it was just—so tempered
by unctuous dread, so oily with anxiety
that there really was no purpose;
that the sight suddenly made him—so ravenously hungry,
that there once again
was.