by TAK Erzinger

Neglect keeps me ravenous with a hallowed out hunger;
Its weight in years is barely manageable. Haunted – living memory.
I feed myself with the strangest sustenance.

On good days, I use what I’ve collected, no thanks to you –
And for a time, I can appreciate what I have become,
full of seasons, ripe and good.

Later, though, we speak again and there I go, bruised
as a windfall fruit, still lots to offer but overlooked for
circumstances beyond my control. Exposed and tired

I lie there as starvation rises-up to meet me again
like a toothless mouth unable to chew, licking
at the only thing you’ve left me, a lifetime of tears.

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