Friday, February 26, 2021

SPOILS

Consider 
the grimness 
of the situation—

no word ever
wants 
to be written. 

Every hellish 
minute at your 
computer 

is a clammy net 
thrust into 
roiling waters,

each sentence, 
a pitiful 
pittance of wealth—

a haul of 
foul scraps, and two 
wriggling fish 

who'd much sooner 
take their grim 
chance in the depths 

than suffocate here
in the name of 
a hunger 

you just could 
no longer 
keep to yourself.