moksha

Moksha

O,
uncertainty like the sea,
some wake,
even perplexed

as we cycle,
in this soul-brew,
I wonder when
we’ll be repressed

by the crushing
of this prison-bone,
feeling hunger such
that hunger is—

a double
cheeseburger and
a coca-cola
frizz.

— A. P.

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