After the Poet’s Feeding Tube

by Ennis Bashe

Starving, he ate sentences, reading the way healthier people scarfed potato chips or savored caviar on silver spoons. He’d roll phrases around in his mouth, tongue finding how words fit.

He missed fresh bread most. Not even anthologies could match how crust broke.

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