After forty days
Of solitude and fasting
A man might gnaw at a stone
Thinking it was bread,
Or grow wings
And fly
Around the cities of his mind,
Or walk naked
Thinking
He were clothed,
Decorated,
And perfumed.
A man might do these things
And people would say
He had fallen.
I would say
He was
Hungry
Sunday, March 1, 2009
