holy fork

in the night time dark, where one day eats 
off the plate of the next, we heard the forks 
singing by the corn fields. to us, hunger 
was a sibling who slept at the bottom of the closet.
we told him, "there is no food" while we chewed
sugary pink gum we bought with scoured for quarters.
went out together, as brothers do, with that secret.
flashlights severing shadows. we found the nest of forks.
all of them humming & praising the moon. i dared you 
to take one & you dared me. the shivering intrument. 
tuning our bodies to this passage. clouds moved as quilts. 
until morning, we used the forks to eat cool fresh dirt. 

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