Cravings – by Alan King

July 25, 2010 § Leave a comment

after Tim Seibles

Follow the trail of bones,
and they might lead you
back to a city block
of busted hydrants —

an area scattered with
bodies gnarled like gummi
candies, and the licorice
of twisted metal from

uprooted buildings. When

I stomp, streets crumble like
graham crackers under
a child’s fist. I’ve chomped
my way, like Pac Man, through

fast food chains; I am like some

bi-coastal gopher, eating
his way across America.
What hijacks the brain and
sends the body into a feeding

frenzy? What do I become

in those moments — overturning
police cruisers and swatting
helicopters that buzz
around like dragonflies?

Manhattan - Skip Noah


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