there is a clam
with a sea inside of it.
she shines and laughs like
thousands of teeth, her brine
the memory of her
mother.
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I like to wait
and I like to eat
as I wait.
I rest, and I wait to eat.
Because waiting
is eating, and you can’t eat
if you don’t wait.
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