I hate food.
I hate its muddy aftertaste
that prods @ my attention hours afterward,
& I hate my bitchy belly folding into itself for it.
Food is needy & ne’er satisfied:
it demands to be heated @ a precise length o’ time
—not too short, not too long—
but cools much too quickly.
Fuck food.
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