I go out into the desert night,
I am the purple moon
imbued with blood.
I am saguaro,
I am
spider web
dangling
in
forsythia.
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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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