Nuts
I bring you a bowl of nuts
I come back later and eat
The ones you’ve dropped
In the transfer from hand to mouth
I devour everything you thought
You once wanted. It tastes fine
Just as the others
Probably did for you.
Peanuts and almonds
Salted cashews
All scattered and nervous
Under the eave of the bowl.
People who worry about me
Say you do it on purpose—
Some weird, fucked up way
Of sharing
7/18/23
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