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A, (I am so hungry for you my stomach bloats and Iam the glazed eyes of starvation.) Listened for you, saw movement on tv, inhaled ten chickens, eight pizzas, six pounds of grain, gulped down this nocallnocallnocall until my stomach bloated. Could be I came on too subtly. I take back everything I didn't say, hear? I take it all back, hunch over, dig my nails into the earth, raise, dust blowing from my armsa pregnant-lipped lumberjack-woman with arms full of all I've taken back. Squeaked when you wanted squawk. I am a lion. I am an elephant. I am a two hundred voice gospel choir-with glazed eyes. Could be tomorrow, if I rise into sanity, I'll inhale two less pizzas, one less pound of grain. 22 Could be the day after, if I rise into sanity, I will not flick the channel, will search the tearful eyes of Zaire-an absurd mirror of starvation. In preparation, I've begun gathering the fragments of your name from the broken windows and bloodied ears of my neighbors. I gather and gorge. I am gathering and gorging. 23 ...
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