like raccoons through the garbage,
sifting through the refuse
with clumsy dirty claws
searching single-mindedly
for a rotten apple, a pizza crust,
an orange peel
and then, after snatching the morsel,
and stuffing it between our teeth,
we flee into the night
leaving bags torn open
and contents strewn about
like two by fours
after a hurricane.
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