Alone
Alone is delicious
There is no one to see.
I can eat these low clouds
and the body of wind
that’s turning them into rolling
tumbleweed, eat with my hands,
get crumbs over everything.
crumbs of clouds on my nose, in
my fingernails, clouds smeared
all over my shirt and chin.
I can lick the clouds off my fingers
and no one can see or care if
I have as much dresser as I want.
I just reach into those blue
holes that I’ve left and pull out
whole fistfuls of sky, of infinity.
It’s tasteless and so hard
I can chew it for hours.
By: Jonathan Holden
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