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Awakenings (or food problems)

In your food there is a heavy draught drugging horse.
The others chitter chatter spoon it up. 

Danger in eggs and potatoes in broth. Circle
The bowl looking for flesh. Wary. I watch. 

Do they eat with impunity? The gut recoils.
Only dry pasta for me. No room to

Hide in subsistence living. Water please, it is
Clear. I will purvey my own alcohol, 

Thank you very much. We were all separated
By meals. Because meal talking was dangerous

For food. 

The featured image is a photograph taken by me and posted on Instagram of the sculpture “The Awakening” by John Seward Johnson II currently installed at the National Harbor in Maryland. 


I write abecedarian sequences

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