checking
for razor blades in the masticates of my desires
I
know in each slow chew
what
fills my belly
with
hunger enough to sate me
there
is a purity in stealing
whether
it be light or candy
at
Halloween
a
car pulls up
two
men get out
one
stays by the car
while
the other approaches me
three
or four blocks
from
my aunt’s house
in
her neighborhood
I
went trick or treating in
when
I was ten or so
I
had insisted on
going
back out for more
while
not dumping my pillow case
that
was already near half full
it
was heavy enough
to
make me labor
and
slow down a bit
as
I dragged behind
my
older cousin
who
was along
for
the supervision
dreaming
of candy
favorite
to least favorite first
she
might have been
just
a hundred yards
or
so ahead of me
and
could not see
that
one man
punching
me
in
the stomach
and
knocking the wind
out
of me, while I silently
reached
for help
it
was no use as they were
already
around the corner
and
speeding away
as
they tooted the horn
past
my cousin
having
made off
with
my sweet loot
I
always think of this
when
I feel like
I
am getting too greedy
or
when I am on fire
and
want to attain and ravish
an
explanation as to why
I
am always willing
to
go forward trying
to
get too much of something
not
so easily carried
sometimes
there is too much shine
in
the things that are golden
and
need a little mud to dull them
in
ambient shadows stretching veils
across
the land of rustling leaves
that
every tomorrow seeks to know
before
the daylight can speak of desolation
and
this I see clearly with my eyes closed
and
my head hitting the glass window
as
I am leaning into another reason why
greed
can be an environmental poison
around
this time of year
EJR
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