The absence of Hunger

It occurs to me that my appetite

and my relationship

have blossomed into a beautiful analogy.

Or perhaps the foundation of one.

You see I haven’t been able to eat in weeks.

And it is no secret how well my thighs were once acquainted

but we see them drifting lately and it is with a ferocity

I’m failing to blanket.

There is a man who regards my thighs with the same fear

that I regard our future.

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