Am I your food?
Do you eat yourself full when you have me?
Do you lick your lips in reverence of my being?
Am I your one, that got away?
The bag fumbled, your opportunity squandered?
The desire stiffled, your so many brown flags?
Wildly chasing ansers— greylag’s instinct, compass broken?
Slowly drifting among, taking notes and giving away love,
Giving, taking, mending, breaking
but still, never making,
Baking, cooking, stooking, grilling, sucking dry, learning to fly
when you feast at last, do you count it all joy?
Will you fast for forgiveness for evils past?
Or forget— no confession for uncloseted bones amassed
Burn all the love letters, and all the ships at bay,
Enjoy for today is all you have, knowing forever is all you owe.