so hungry
i go for days
like a zebra
between lines
of black and white
(non pareils
and cellophane umbrellas,
shapes little tiny shadows
on my head)
they shield my heart
and cover my truth.
i grazed
on bended knees,
i hooved myself in front of you
in front of love:
i cannot get enough.
feed me. i,
hungry
as a lion, left out
of your pride i
need you to need me
or else:
some african bird
will no doubt
rejoice
as he swoops in
to watch me wither away
and die of neglect.
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