Sometimes hunger feels like emptiness,
a hollow weightlessness,
as if I might float away from everything
and drift into the waiting clouds.
Sometimes hunger feels like heaviness;
a stone in my stomach sinking
me deep, deep, deep into the dirt.
Swallowed by the earth.
It’s in this primordial darkness
that I can hear the wild growling.
My hunger rolls inside of me,
crying out to join the clamor.
This is the sound the All Mother makes
as she stretches her jaws to devour.
This is the sound her supplicants make
as we feed, feed, feed.
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