poetic craving (written last September)

I want to eat Chicken McNuggets (in a cardboard box, with honey mustard)
on a city bench beside a concrete fountain
and nothing else will do

Most days I crave red leaf lettuce, arugula
grape tomatoes, brown rice, lentil soup
and hummus sprinkled with cayenne
at dusk evening, in the glow of laughing children

But not when I want a cigarette, a memory of hiding
a weight lifted from my shoulders
one that cannot be cast off easily
one I would not give up without a fight

the gift of loving so deeply I might split open

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