041411d Cure For Hunger Poem by Manonton Dalan
041411d Cure For Hunger
music; noodles in my lips
i want it whole; long flowing
soup dripping from my chin
clothe catcher beneath busy
pieces of chicken breast
between my teeth; soft i bet
let melody cradle this moment
i enjoy all of it and i'm in sweat
i heard waitress questions clear
i'm okay from what i remember
cold glass of water, i need after
ready for anything i have power
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