March 19

While still in darkness
I rummage through
cabinets, pass over

containers, forage
for crumbs to make me
strong, pack plastic

wrapped protein, fruits,
yogurt, doghair, deadskin
from my lover’s kiss.

Some of this will pass
though me, or be burned
off on my walk to work.

Some will be absorbed
used later for lubrication
or a store for fats, for fuel.

What’s left are lashes
for eyes, skin for fingers,
blood, and wrinkles and bile.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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