Food a luxury

starvation teaches,

he eats like a monk.

I’ve never seen such

legs of bone, close up.

Like leathered ropes of

snakes before the rat,

the scars overlap.

I kneel to listen.

His body preaches.




Kathy O’Fallon‘s poetry and fiction have appeared in over two dozen literary journals, magazines, and anthologies. She is a clinical psychologist and lives with her dog, Happy.