he told me from behind a Marlboro.
He said you never need as much as you think,
went six days on a quarter loaf of Wonderbread once,
added black pepper for a change,
but could’ve even done without that.
He dropped anchor and fished a beer from the cooler
and I saw in his skin how much he had done without,
the years traced into it like rings on a tree.
Everything I caught I threw back.