Hunger

I often desire
Devouring the world
Death will be devouring

My open mouth is hunger
The space
Between breath

The whole between my breasts

The rats will enter my mouth
with impunity

And it will not be shocking
Or grotesque

I hunger to be filled
I will hunger to be emptied.
Bury the Bones

Standing behind an eye
Expecting any minute - the old man
With the golden cup or the woman
Crutch and cane
My arm is extended
My eye -  like a glass bowl
Time shifting particles downward -
Opened, bent always
To the fork in the road
Graveyard and cross
Where I can bury the bones
Reap the gold.
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