The Poem-A-Day Project
by Rachael Maddox
Friday, March 14, 2014
73/365 : when left unfed
this is the kind of hunger
that, when left unfed,
turns bellies into stinkhorns,
fungi, sticky spores of
tentaciles turned in on themselves
ready to eat
the emptiness away
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