I said to the man,
“Gimme more”
and he said, “take take!”
I reach; my hands fervently
staining with the juice
of those red berries pressed
into wine,
and I am drunk,
my lips purple and even
that color I lick
off to get more.
I said again to the man,
“It is not enough;
you must do better”
And he quietly
takes me by the hand,
and leads me down
into the
hungry darkness.
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