Looks like—
a suit of clothes
has been out
walking around town
empty again,
because
this guy's
been stuck back at
home the whole time—
skinny, straw-
brittle, ravenous
as a stick black
autumn bird
who's just been enticed
by an excruciating new rumor
on the power line—that
inside a very few
certain
crabby apples, there exists
something better—called
a cashew.
