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,
piece
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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