Full For Once

Grandmothers navigating these unfaithful
alleyways, stooped at right angles, clutching
strollers stripped of their
infants—the quilted upholstery
to receive them too.

Gum, piss, vomit
and where the doves have meddled
leak, spill, and spew
more rancid mundanaeities
refused
to be transferred
elsewhere in plastic. Then burned?

In the bellies of foragers
the city lurks still
teeming

and tired
aren’t we
of trying to be
full. For once.

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