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.
