i mean to eat the flesh of the fruit
when i hit the stone with my teeth
and the shattering noise ruptures all
that base reality is enough to bring me
all the way back to cannibalism free
afternoon.
the sun rises to my back side
i spend my very first waking moments
throwing stones toward a noisome squirrel
hitting the roof of my neighbors workshop instead.
the stone hitting home scares me
back into that base reality
that is a predator/prey free
morning.
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