of burden

half the donkeys
                  in the world
                           are starving,
at least

in lush climate they feed
themselves to match, growing
fat   on salt      and grass.

in my dream I feed them
from my hand slowly,
by piece, they tell me stories

of carrying our millstone up the
mountains and then
back down again.

I will tell the donkeys   in turn
that also I strive to always seem
like I have just returned from some
great journey      wild,      dusted

with conclusions and sweat.

they will say
they are hungry still.

Originally from central Florida, MJ Santiago currently lives and works in New York. Their work has appeared in Reservoir Lit, Heavy Feather Review, Tinderbox Poetry Journal and No, Dear.

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