drinking the floor bruised dirt that’s offered up as bean
the sandwiches made of what’s left in-between
the drying stains in the fridge
rice with rice and more rice again and if we're lucky
the tiniest scrapings from a salmonellic hen
no shamanic insight in these growling quarters
just do what you must to feed your daughter
and you can wait with your starch fed padding
you’re only job is to look after that youngling
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