Pepper Trail steps inside the mind of a man made lonely by appetite.
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Big Guy
I walked in and they made way, always
Big in the shoulders, the neck, the chest
Big from a kid, when I learned
The ease of taking, the bicycle, the lunchbox
And older, the ease of getting
The ball, the girl, the bottle
I have lived a life of appetite, full and hungry still
Grown big and bigger, now the belly hanging on the belt
My seat spreading, knuckles swelling, sore
My face a map of washed-out roads
I sit alone in the sagging chair, not stupid, silent
A beer in my fist, the game ghostly in the dark
The last woman gone
My shout an echo in the empty house
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