Is this all for me?
Bites out of hours;
Swallowing seconds;
Minutes sprinkled like garnish.
Swallowing seconds;
Minutes sprinkled like garnish.
So much time
falling down my throat;
settled in my stomach -
Upset; unsure
if I chewed enough times
or treasured each taste.
Or if I could trust
each hand that peeled
chopped, and stirred.
Their time intertwined,
poured into mine,
gulped down my gullet.