For the sake of living longer, we should noteat this. The bottomless pan of mac and cheese
stringing itself from itself to the porcelain plateas the television drones and the men
with glasses like mine—the frames that make us looksmarter than what we are—talk about Florida, its shores,
its hurricanes, prisons and poisons, before All that killing,killing, killing, for the sake of killing, my mother says as we split
the tender meat falling from the bone of the bird buriedin barbecue. To sleep peacefully, I’ve made a habit of watching
videos of greyhounds hunting plastic eggs for the treats inside.Always another animal wants to feed on our insides, to lick the walls
of our throats. The buffalo with its head bowed ready to bluntthe horse carrying empire. The steel spread around the grip
of sculpted walnut encased…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, September/October 2023