reading the desert way down

he turns up with coffee
all smiles and haunted looks
underneath a baseball cap and a bag full of books
he stands too close to me in the kitchen
while i make him a ham sandwich
i drink the coffee and read to him
about a wilderness that isn't wild
that isn't anywhere we've ever been
and i feel hungry
hungry like i'll never eat again

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