Thursday, May 10, 2018

Hunger

Stop eating my teeth,

my fingers,
I mean,

It’s tough enough without any of this,
without you,
you were nothing much,
but I made you more than any of this,

and for the life of me,
I couldn’t figure out why—

and I didn’t want to,

I was tired again,
and again,
and over again—

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