What flickers
with some delicacy
of feeling,
some hesitancy—
and then persists.
•
What circles. What darts.
•
Hunger
is like the inside
biting you.
“Like” is like
insomnia.
•
These green cherry tomatoes;
their false pregnancies,
staked. Lustrous.
•
“That’s all I meant.”
All I meant by
“witches.”
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