famine

I wrote when I was hungry

It was different than a famished visit to the grocery store

More demanding

More draining

To fill the basket of my mind

To ponder the madness of grocery store shopping hunger

To brace against the vibrations generated from the desperate voice of the hypocrite calling out—from the pit of my stomach

I wrote when I was hungry

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