(no subject)
waking up after a night of dumpster diving
The sink is filled with dishes. The black bag is there,
Krispy Kreme donuts, mashed together, your biggest triumph.
I pretended to be sleeping
as you scaled the wall.
"Why are all the boxes smashed?" you wondered.
Possibly, they knew you were coming.
Turkey bacon, dated March 6.
"You can have it," I say. Tomorrow will be April.
I accept the onions and the rice.
In the dark, no one to care, we help ourselves
to empty milk crates.
We are reduced to this- no, no.
We have been elevated.
What luxury, we both have found,
has been cast off-
the spoiling meat will feed us for a week.
The sink is filled with dishes. The black bag is there,
Krispy Kreme donuts, mashed together, your biggest triumph.
I pretended to be sleeping
as you scaled the wall.
"Why are all the boxes smashed?" you wondered.
Possibly, they knew you were coming.
Turkey bacon, dated March 6.
"You can have it," I say. Tomorrow will be April.
I accept the onions and the rice.
In the dark, no one to care, we help ourselves
to empty milk crates.
We are reduced to this- no, no.
We have been elevated.
What luxury, we both have found,
has been cast off-
the spoiling meat will feed us for a week.