The city yawns
and when it does, it
crawls into its own mouth.
Who luminescent,
thunder sucked itself out of the sky
to give us this,
another movement of the sun?
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I like to wait
and I like to eat
as I wait.
I rest, and I wait to eat.
Because waiting
is eating, and you can’t eat
if you don’t wait.
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