Nocturnal Cannibals

loosely based on the experience of grocery shopping when the other ghouls are roaming…

we nocturnal cannibals
wear pelts of trophy

and crouch in shady aisles
until we catch one
in passing,

watch us stumble up all humble n’
hapless to ask for vague

or for a pointy cue
towards the frozen
trash section,

we nocturnal cannibals,
pace empty carts ’til
they’re as stuffed

as dear wife’s bra and
my midsection



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