Wind Pokes 'Round
Vomit thru lacework; gnarled feet bound in crumpled newsprint/ dark winds howl inside your sanctuary
Bits of stolen fish stuck between broken teeth, you cough a warm poem into folds of torn blanket.
The poem pictures someone living in desperate poverty, probably homeless, and speaks to that person directly as "you." The details are harsh and physical: vomit, feet wrapped in crumpled newspaper, a torn blanket, scraps of stolen fish caught in broken teeth.
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