It's only when you see who is not there
that you realise, eight hundred people, fifteen hundred and ninety-nine eyes and not one or even two of them are yours.

the one-eyed man was drinking a can and I think it was cider and he was using a straw, you may wonder what for, well, it gets you drunk quicker and cheaper so you can sleep a while longer before the hunger starts again,

and I understand that I hunger for, but not, I think for drink, maybe for social interaction, something more?

Grammarly's ravaging me
savaging these words
*** it
I don't care.