Nick Maione
But what is human
we approach craving
mouths open
within licking distance
of the Pyrenees
This holy tastes
like pretty horses on fire
speeding across a field
Here comes Bernadette
Today she is a young man
with a shotgun and an orange vest
I ask in a cobbled, trailmade French,
What are you hunting?
Sanglier, she says
smiles through two hooked fingers
on either side of his mouth
My throat acts allergic
to all the things we could
do if we believed we were loved
The sun is hot and loud
and the shadows are complete
where they are complete
Bon courage! as we part
like two humans trying
to stay on the walking side
of the water
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