My God, again. Again I am lost
in this vortex of loving you.
And this hunger drawn taut
and arched like a bow above my stomach, catgut
stalking the long scowls of sewage
and strangle-fisted skies in search of food,
this hunger is nothing
but a disguise, distracting me
from the abalone sliver that flashes
in my chest, my heart staggers,
unfurred and blinking,
driven straight through.
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