Hunger for the world

A messy poem full of tender bits

Sometimes I want to devour everything—

sitting here watching the rolling landscape,

metal stakes piercing earth like acupuncture needles,

holding up their cargo of words and color for human consumption.

Lions sprawl on the ground,

tree shadows cast in monochrome gradients,

and I want to roll it all up,

stuff it whole into my mouth:

every pebble of gravel,

every …