And it occurs to you: it’s happening.
It’s real. You taste it. It’s there.
goddamn it, everything else at stake
suddenly
seems edible,
tame, like
sugar.
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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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