My Relation to Food
brings the tired day to an end
reliable for comfort, placates,
brims the void, gives distance to
old scars, known and unknown
bides time until the next feeding
till at a distance, via a
500/day 46 day regiment does
clarity find my heart, mind
how food, while true sustenance
holds a knife to me, laughing
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