The food
inside my intestines
advances like a jungle animal
stalking me in small leaps
three inches, five inches at a time
seizing ground
rumbling
fixing me frightened to a point
because a jungle animal
doesn’t care how nice you are
or how much you need sleep
or how sorry you are
that you ate too much and
drank too much
too much
and neither does the food
inside my intestines.
Regrets
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4 responses to “Regrets”
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Me? I’d cut the last stanza. It goes without saying.
But that’s just me. -
I think you’ll be glad to learn that I actually cut the original last stanza, which read “what I’m saying here is that the food inside my intestines is like a jungle animal.”
-Cecil -
Jungle boogie = Tum Tum Club?
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Ditto on what Xian said, for what it’s worth….
Or else: “The food in my intestines is a pooma.”
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