My heavy-haunched depletion, attached to the gut by multi-pronged polyps.
You offered to cut the tissue, to detach with broad arms. And I said no leave it and you complied-a quick shift of heels. I was disappointed, as I am apt to be.
You take what can be gleaned, the plums of my misery picked clean off bone for your bountiful consumption. And you leave me voiding-the ink spreading-and I choke.
-Saehee Cho
November 2007
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