unfed

[cold_muse_knife]

on his knees, keeled over the
subway bench. asking for a
cigarette. asking for food.
i don't have anything
contentment seems to open
wide these little
emptinesses, in a lull,
curiosity pulling me
further in until it
all collapses
i can't contain it
can't ignore it
it walks up to me
asking for help
needs to be fed
like so much desire

Comments

love it

[anonymous]

this one is great! beginning to end. -david t