The Rest House

~ by Brandon Shimoda

I see something moving
in the trees
across the riverIt is convincing me
that I am hungry
and it will feed meI am hungry
I have not eaten since
I saw my mother intactShe was angry
had shapes all over
her facestress and strenuousness
warmth and forgiveness
eternityWhen I rode the subway afterwards
I looked closely   maybe longingly
at the people around meand thought, one second separates us
from breathing in
each other’s skin