adaptation is more difficult than expected.
hunger spurs me
I feast on expired cans of philosophy
and gristle
from the dumpster behind the shop-rite.
something rustles under there.
contempt masks what judgment
flesh falls away
ribcage stares gooseflesh and
shudders
adaptation is more difficult
resolved: that the mind and body are one
that the heart learns
that we are rational creatures able to
exercise control
resolved
wildlife creeps in
rats maggots feral cats
scrabbling for bones
I miss you
I miss me
I miss
adapt
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love these latest poems, dancer...
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