Night Run
that first weight in my balls/ we run at night/ through the streets/ as if something was chasing us/ it was at our heels, hunger/ another thin rope as a high wire act/ the grocery stores no longer throw away leftover food in dumpsters/ we are on our own, and we know that, we have never assumed there would be a safety net/ hunger is a lucid predator that uncurls in your bowels like a cage of bones inside a butt crack/