I have been all of a stew —
I mean carrots nearly gravied
strung through necks of gray meat.

Should you not here taste
comfort? You are not any here.  
Some heres have hands, others food

or do without. I do not
mean porn — words are skin you 
know unpapered, a split-from

form, incomplete. I ask for
eating. Salt, starch. In digestion
I try not to be missed.

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