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Poetry Makes Me Hungry

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So early, I drive in the dark and finely notice an eclipse!

My full moon, without my permission, was it less a power?

These people did not appeal to me until I heard them recite

I sat in the car with a stranger and told him I needed to practice

and I read Ed’s poem with all the Fucks that I had not previewed

How funny that I love the poems of so many, strangers no more

Pickled okra, tiny fermented onions and balls of mozzarella

then one final reenactment with sign language and in Navajo


Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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