Day 21 of 30
GROWL (for all the good people, and there are some, I’ve met in middle America after the election who feel…uh…taken.)
to tell a hungry man
with hug and humor and
hubris that you will
teach him to fish knowing
his empty belly
has him blind to the fact
that he is landlocked
to promise
to say to him
i can hear your stomach
growling from my penthouse
and to know that in famine
even phony feels like food