Believing in starving

Believing in starving
Where George Washington is buried
A cozy hectare
Oblong and sublime
Anywhere in Brooklyn
Where hungry rubble resides
A fancy palate
For those with darker skin
Shiny metallic
Muted and smoothed
Where phone calls end
All tunnels suggest underlying truth:
What is on the end of your fork
When looking into other eyes
There is shock and horror
Sex and peace
Impatience and gratitude
Where dotted lines intersect
Red out loud
R E D
Where all loud things are buried
There is tone
Deafening and swollen
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6.10.10

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