Chorus Of Apes

they say that we're like indigent children
so hungry, even for the pockets of air in our bread
the spaces between the letters;
this is a metaphor we are familiar with
we are familiar with metaphors,
the dreaded conventions of our speech;
I don't, like, speak to You like I speak to "him"
hesitatingly and kind of rushing
like,
I've drunk a little too much of the coffee of exile;
or maybe
not enough

By: a friend