As Syllable from Food

It’s too big to cram
In your mouth, this world,
No matter what Em
Told you about brain
And sky. You can’t hold

Them both, side by side,
Any more than foam
On a wave can hold
Ocean and wavelength
Side by side—sponges,

Buckets, blue to blue,
Pound for pound, all sounds
Notwithstanding. If
You’re holding something
Side by side, it’s brain

By brain, the inside
To some more inside.
Meanwhile, your hunger
Chews the actual
World outside your mouth,

Raw urchin snacking
On dandelions
And jump-ups sprung up
From backyards and cracks
In crumbling sidewalks.