Certain swells of uneaten
lipstick swirled my attention.
I know the gusto I saw in gloss,
anguished my gut.
I chewed all things sudden,
in the early hour, stuck
in the wilderness among loons
with a specific charm.
We used to say the murderer
is a mistake corrected.
From pages 76-77 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).