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chew on the scraps
I think that it’s so dumb
To sit at this kitchen table talking
Ticking and chattering about
Literally less than nothing.
It’s not like we make food
Fit for feeding each other.
I don’t think we ever have,
Holding out our palms, running empty.
I have never been keen on keeping
A full stomach. But you say
That this thing is not about
The food. Which is silly, since
We’re both starving. Sitting side
By side, I see our bodies shake.
We need what we won’t get.
But still, I leave your house
With laughter leaking from
My head down my legs,
My heart heavy with you in it.
Later, you wave goodbye and suddenly
Our sore stomachs sleep,
And I’m not so hungry anymore.