And sinking your fork into the bowl
Eating your hair as if spaghetti
Chewing till your jaw loses grip
And unhinges in rhetoric
And choking it down
As if lima beans unfolding
As if veins sprouting of the leaf
Blue moon leaning down
In smooth pulse rectangular
As if trees losing footing
Roots releasing bolts
As if a balding hand
Feeding you its leftovers
Fascinating!
Starward