i died today
or whatever.
guess i’ll stay that way
a while.
 
turns out i never taught myself
to say yes to a feast over my heart.
i’d crumb it up with panko, pray with
the corner
of
my
eye.
 
then just die
since
it’s such a fine thing
anyway.
 
anyway
 
these days i’m willfull,
and i want more than making,
wait more than slaking
               the dry panko-crusted thirst
               that troubles the corner of my eye.
believe me, i’m doing no better than my worst.
 
better i than someone
with a mouth and eye that water at the corner of my heart’s table.