wildcat

The only time we were ever
in the Garden of Eden, Boy--
which looked a lot like a dingy living room with wheelchair treads,
a mirror so large behind us, 1000 fibre optic angels
& the unblinking Television in front of us--
we ate fruit.
You interrupted my apple
with the sticker still on
by bussing at the air
& "Do you want some of my banana?"
Banana, banana, banana!
I wanted the the apple, still unpierced
by my incissors, there was no juice
yet in my mouth, just the saliva!
& you! Plucking whole strings off banana meat
to drop cannibal-like into your throat--
& your eyes, & your eyes
& your "Do you want some of my banana?"
& your mother in the next room
like a fibre optic angel from the Christmas store!
I just wanted my apple. I was hungry
& I didn't care if they threw us out
but you & your banana
but you & your banana
but you & your banana--

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