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a poem by Gregory Sherl

"Lunch"

Look at the sky and see the sky.
Look at the ground: I chewed it—
chewed it up and now my tongue
is soot. You chewed my feet
so I chewed the ground—chewed
it up and the sky’s black, black
like the ground I chewed.
You chewed my feet as I chewed
the dirt, the ground, the heart
in the soil you once carried
in your pocket, between your
fingers—I ate it. Look at the sky.
I chewed the sky too, and now
the ground and the sky are chewed.
I’m full of air, tension in my
knuckles. My toes are gone—I miss
them—my heart something, I don’t
know. Carry me and I’ll show you
the clouds behind my eyes.

 

 

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