you march to the food

line balancing a tin cup

sniff cut rate cafeteria

smells axed by grease

perdóname you say polite

step on it I answer

crust it I growl mad

as a limbic stoat

I’m innocent you murmur head

buried in a cloud of black

birds hovering shrikelike

yeah me too I laugh

can’t stop fall over

onto the floor funniest thing

I ever heard