the cost of everything
i am full
no
i am whole
i’ve always been whole
i just sat myself down
at the wrong table
i was hungry
no
i was starved
you served hot air
and boiled lies
i added spice
running fingers
through straight plate lines
of drizzled down salt
(someone else’s tears,
crystallized)
i drank all the water
and folded my napkin
an unused swan
taking shape
on the grey chipped platter
of sweet stale tender
and timeworn
overused
coin
…
