Shhh
Don’t speak
They don’t know about my secret snack
My legion of obscurity
How, late at night (when the grey sinkers return to the shadowy corners of the garden)
I eat my secret snack
I use my teeth in a detailed work of mastication
I eat spicy cabbages
I eat the soup of the archaic cake
I eat colors
I eat colors
And especially green
I eat truffles and sweeten my fingers
And take hot baths
I use my jaws in a detailed work of mastication
I like food
Food is rough
I am not making this up
It is all for real
Everything I am saying is an imitation of nature
A still life