gaunt

there was a pale watercolour hurt to it
the desert of her empty belly a
razor blade pain

the day ahead of
sidewalks and disarray wanting to
burn alive in an intersection a
headline of lack dull and wide-eyed

every room I enter is empty, Hunger says
in spite of my presence I’m
clever that way a
puzzle solved with bread as though
it were diamonds

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