Anything Helps
by Pete Miller

     
    The pickup barely
    slows, droops an unwrapped burrito
    out the window
    
    that same blasted Sonora tan
    as Mitch’s coveralls, and after
    just four cold swallows
    he’s stuck with one bite—beef?—
    
    that won’t chew through, so,
    hours later, kneeling outside the tent,
    
    he dedicates the grinding,
    a sore-jaw prayer,
    to that ER nurse
    who patched up his gut
    but wouldn’t meet his eyes,
    that cop who didn’t book him
    but pulled over
    Get the fuck out far past
    where the busses run,
    
    and the moon and the breeze
    and everything
    that seems to labor so hard
    to not feed him, but also
    to not
    just let him let go,
    this damned
    life-force
    that keeps him chewing towards
    another dawn’s
    bitten-tongue
    
    puzzlement:
    What’s in it for
    whatever it is
    inside that won’t just
    let him spit the meat out
    already, just let him
    drop and paw the dirt
    over himself,
    but, instead, insists
    that he swallow
    and hurt
    and keep his name?
    
Packingtown Review – Vol. 18, Fall 2022

Pete Miller is the author of the chapbook Born Soap (H_NGM_N). A graduate of Arizona State University’s MFA program, he lives in Omaha, Nebraska where he works in homeless services. He co-edits the online poetry journal A Dozen Nothing.

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