Giving
I give away all my food
as eyes dazzle towards the fire house on fire
in the imagination worlds where we skip stones and
make shapes and fists--hug ghostly women
and it feels like some new dawning love
while on the real streets the arrows are broken...
so someone must string a dream down
take tongue and hell-fire with it
make noise or never move
and give more than just their food away.
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