we ate brunch
By diewiththemostlikeswe exchanged arms and legs for morsels of tired joy distributed by a dying savior and his feed pouch that threatened but never achieved the vacancy it desired or deserved
our fear of its impossible emptiness propelled our forget and our lust for unfeeling captivity
happily pulverizing bone and joint for insect comfort in a cast crafted by highway billboards and white teeth and coiffed hair and creations erected solely for penetration
though our hunger was perpetual we found reprieve in his momentary glances even if his eyes were too black to discern acknowledgement we could feel his desire for gift and harvest
we cherished the current of the feed river because we saw misery in its motion and happiness in our inability
the scabs on our flesh from the metal were the trophies received for what we had done