Foraging Tomorrow
Eating everything
on the menu
Dylan asked for more
His hunger
reestablished
leftovers on the floor
A bite into
the future
yesterday a whore
A meal once paid
forever staid
— new rawness to procure
(The New Room: December, 2024)
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