I Was A Fat Boy
I was so hungry then and the world
held every candy I could imagine. Now,
I cannot imagine what it would be like to ride
up the hills I knew when I was fat. When stars
were still milk dazzlers and the moon was cheese
above the trees, I’d talk myself to sleep. Now,
I’m on a train for Paris. I am the line
on the horizon as today turns into tonight –
I am an empty house,
my face is nameless. A thin man catches
my eye from a garden. I’ve not felt
so hungry for a while. The world is not mine,
my heart wobbles like yolk.
First published in Tomorrow, We Will Live Here, 2010.