AN APPETITE IN WINTER THRUMS
Matthew Reed Corey
L. M. Fish at the Niagara Hotel for Men, the Bowery, NYC
hum of waiting for
long since peeled, adjoin the hot-water
the radiator's night-
at my blushing cheeks—I've become so simple,
Numbering the turns
knock and I hear moments inch by on stilts.
This poem is taken from a book-length serial collection that involves the character Lieber M. (L. M.) Fish, and finds Mister Fish just after his arrival to New York City, where he is living in a flophouse. While Fish isn’t in any sense my stand-in, I should mention that “An Appetite in Winter Thrums” is the outcome of writing through my own hunger, during which I noticed that nearly every perception becomes a necessary substitute for food.