Friday, February 5, 2016


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