Gnaw

We gnaw meat off the bone

Seeing how fire transforms

We slept in the afternoon

And waited

until the night was in full bloom

aloneness is my only customer

books and shows time measures

family calls barometers

short conversation exchanges

are my daily bread

sometimes I starve

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