Sucker - Poem by Magdalene Carmen
we meet at your kitchen
table like knife and fork unwitting,
moving food to mouth in civil eating.
my body is fed with more than
bread. my life comes from
what's in your head, feeding me
past the emptiness of plates, i am:
full before they're empty,
sucker for mind-blowing things.
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