Out into space

a finger,

wrist, forearm, shoulder, neck stretches..

nose leads forward, head tilts

into the roll taking a body

down

away from what sustains into

the craving and desire to possess that thing

that woman that car that status that

tasty morsel that cons you-

that you con yourself-

into believing

will scratch the itch, quell the hunger,

satisfy that blasted longing leaving a belly growling

every morning 

a body doesn’t fall into

itSelf.

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