Nuyorican Initiation
 
"You gotta put your heart in this," he said,
twisting a lid off a jar of old capers,
"I got no use for superficial crap."
"What do you think is important?" I asked.
He smooshed the capers onto oily bread.
"Why should I spread out my guts for you guys?"
"You think we're gonna pidgeon-peck your guts?"
Laughing, he stuffed a soft hunk down his gullet.
"That shit you write ain't you," he said, "ya jerk" 
Suddenly nothing was left of his sandwich.
"It's just the sweat that's soaked up by the page,
After you squeeze your heart out of your mouth." 
"Uh-huh," I said, "I get ya. Who the fuck
Gives a shit what I feel anyway, right?"
"Exactly", he said, swallowing his snack.