More Than Flesh Alone

being hungry is abnormal

having to steal bread

to feed a dry open mouth,

moisture limited

whiskey an old memory

as was those magnolia walls

rooms in house,

house now held by bank

who dangle tempting finance options

that could never work out,

once lavish clothes

thread thinned to paleness,

how long since he spoke

to her on cellular

a year or six,

not remembering,

as his own smell disgusted him,

forever was a point of departure

of a very short journey,

tearing stolen bread,

crumbs to tongue eyes closed

feel a source of nourishment

and a possibility of tomorrow