A Brief Poem About Your Hunger

(after nimisire)

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it is never about god

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         —the selfish conman in the moon

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or the stories mother told about tortoise

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         it is never about love

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—a boy waiting at the mouth of grave

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or absence, or shadows wearing the face of

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your father in tuxedo, preparing to dance

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with you

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         it is not about the open sea

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sucking you inside itself

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—someone      who leaves

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lives in oblivion                            never really returns the same

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         &, inside this safe house

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where birds are secret wishes

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abundantly gorgeous

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         your body craves this journey

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                                                         we need you here.

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                                                                   we need you here.