Luster

What flickers

with some delicacy

of feeling,

some hesitancy—

and then persists.

                 •

What circles. What darts.

                 •

Hunger

is like the inside

biting you.

“Like” is like

insomnia.

                •

These green cherry tomatoes;

their false pregnancies,

staked. Lustrous.

               •

“That’s all I meant.”

All I meant by

“witches.”