Hunger by Kumiko Mae

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Maybe I dare to not
notice the sound of you
that burns through
walls of becoming and
decay. But
Trust in this,
absent-minded decisions,
I have myself
defined by someone
else, like time
is to you
and to none.
My hunger echoes
to the tip of
broken toe--rest
assured I am always
thinking of eating
my way through
this need
to be ravaging
and be had.