ROSEBUD BEN-ONI
Apex :: Hunger
—Baghdad Beach, Mexico
I guess it’s too late to live on the farm
Where the wealthy vacation at pepperidge
Mama isn’t buying in
Hunger is not affectation but nakedness
A step too late the length of her we stay
Hurricane season lose tin lean-tos numbers
When there’s nothing left we scavenge
Rolling up into red lobster
Dying for cheddar
Complimentary doesn’t mean unlimited
That wasn’t the kind of hunger we sought
The rest us wanted
Goldfish crackers crumbled into canned
Chowder but no she wouldn’t let us the gulf
Coast so close she tramps their names
In the sand those beer-soaked surges
Of distant carnivals we’ve scavenged
Low tide at bottom-rim
The rest of us
Falling in