Apache

Four o' clock in the afternoon
I haven't eaten all day.
Guess I'll grab my knife, see if I can kill a boar.
Realistically, it's tubers and berries.

Too bad I lost my backpack,
and was subsequently marooned on this island
three or four or thirty weeks ago
my sense of time is fucked.

There's nothing but knives here
knives and forks, I'm dreaming of eating
pork chops with chopsticks
popcorn, trail mix.

A savage shot me with a bow and arrow
yesterday, morning or something.
She must have thought I was a boar though,
cause she fled at the sight of me

Can't remember where I was going
with this or when I was struck
with the realization that this native
was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen