Fed

white
the hunger
the bowl
the milk
the time

i hear the crinkle
of my dry nothing
flooded with white
until i am crawling
in circles under
your pillow.
but i will be warm
in cotton hunger
and you will be hard
and still
when i remember
how far i have come
on my knees 
to be a woman to you.


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