dry fried chicken devoured in foil
incisors tear, molars grind
sounds of crunching smacking
a ritual by hours salivating
oily fingers, old thirsts
our first kiss, the hallway watched,
your mom's berkeley bungalow
sniffed old joints and plaster
hollow signs of parenthood
on the three light projection tv
you punched i kicked
sibling struggles before breakfast
mothers, whores, sisters
all spectators
hoarse cheering
hardened edges of fingers, feet
now cut to the chase
chopping motions walk
the corner liquor store
destined to be numb
i chew
i swallow
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