Sunset Dinner

[/// I would tell him, but he hunkered down in his bunker, debriefing with one-thousand-caliber cans of beer. He rationed himself, confidentially, to every Bud. Every friend poured from their head-wound deafening - distinctive - gurgles. ///] (… I dine at a wide clay table - face the gold-red wall. I serve myself a setting yolk - season it with salt. I eat my meal, and quickly- forbid the air its warmth. I stuff myself with sunset; starved in bed, I bawl as dusk, so kind, wraps leftovers for tomorrow evening’s gall …) He (like the day) has set; sunsets taste – different –