Save me. 1) "The Glutton"After Sylvia Plath He, hunger-strung, hard to slake, So fitted is for my orange luck (With mildness such as no man could taste And yet keep kind) That all merit's in being cheddar Seasoned how he'd most approve; Blood's starch Snatched by his hand Choice snack food makes, baked crisp, Thrown in bright cardboard; Through prime crumble cram each rich square. He'll not spare Nor scant his want until Abandoned box gone bare but for Plastic liner. 2) "Coming Back"3) "December 16th: Route 2"For Jim Armstrong I only know the salt-and-slushy floor the piercing buzz of incandescent lights the wave of cold with every opened door the vagrants making best their lonely nights when I was your white-cheddar masterpiece you saw past my nutrition facts and ate me out my box in hungry subtle peace this bus trip was no honeymoon but fate I longed to leave my cheese dust on your thumbs so you might suck it off just like the rest you used me. I now see you loved me not a plastic liner filled unwanted crumbs now left alone inside a cardboard chest to ride the bus until the day I rot 4. "Four Sides Of Left Alone"5. "You Left Me On The Bus"You bought me from a grocery store;
you said you'd loved nothing before; like I; you always wanted more: you left me on the bus. I gave you love and until hurt, a box snack or odd dessert; you rubbed my dust off on your shirt: you left me on the bus. Over fifty servings in my box, and then you went and changed the locks, you disrespectful little fox: you left me on the bus. You seemed the type to always care; you seemed the type who acted fair; you ate me til my box was bare: you left me on the bus. I'll never feed a soul again; I'm emptier than ever been, a final fatal heartbreak when you left me on the bus.
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Rachel Kleber
4/6/2018 08:33:49 pm
I’ll never look at pollution, whether on bus or in ditch, quite the same again! Love this!
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