My Unfed Life - Nov. 28, 2021

Gary Hunter

these lips would nibble sunlight

if not for chicken pot pies

suckle my good memories

but for perfectly ripe avocados

I’d drink a fresh morning wind

if iced tea or ginger ale

weren’t available

at least that’s what I say

to the shaded willow

of my unfed life

hidden in the forest

deep inside me

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