We hugged every high hill
in San Francisco
tasting the world
in a fast stroll
climbing cement sidewalks
you eating eggs
at a breakfast
where I ate you with my eyes.
Later, we gobbled up
the radio waves in the car
chewing on California Girls
swallowing the bay
and planning our next meal
unbeknownst
to the Chinese check-out clerk
charging Safeway
with our bill of fare.
Not even
the museum
the Cannery
nor Ben Johnson’s
knew what we were going through
as we gluttonized
our particular piece
of the universe
in ravenous recourse
to the miserable malnutrition
we knew before Tiburon.
Not Bob, nor Victor,
nor the few human characters
dropping in for dinner
suspected this mad meal,
not even that crazy black cat.
Not even God Himself
noticed the teethmarks
we left on that week
or the empty cupboard
in the clouds.
© 2010 by Joyce Mason
in San Francisco
tasting the world
in a fast stroll
climbing cement sidewalks
you eating eggs
at a breakfast
where I ate you with my eyes.
Later, we gobbled up
the radio waves in the car
chewing on California Girls
swallowing the bay
and planning our next meal
unbeknownst
to the Chinese check-out clerk
charging Safeway
with our bill of fare.
Not even
the museum
the Cannery
nor Ben Johnson’s
knew what we were going through
as we gluttonized
our particular piece
of the universe
in ravenous recourse
to the miserable malnutrition
we knew before Tiburon.
Not Bob, nor Victor,
nor the few human characters
dropping in for dinner
suspected this mad meal,
not even that crazy black cat.
Not even God Himself
noticed the teethmarks
we left on that week
or the empty cupboard
in the clouds.
© 2010 by Joyce Mason
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