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hunger
Think, two things on their own and both at once--
Dearest, note how these two are alike--
Feelings are the language of your body--
-- Sit. Feast [up]on your life.
I am reacquainting myself, slowly -- oh-so-slowly -- in these weeks that creeping expand into months -- with hunger. With thirst. With food as (seeking) stimulation. With the subtleties and interplays and illuminations and reflections of each other, of all of these sensations and their endless variations, as they emerge -- oh-so-slowly -- from their indistinguishable shadows, cast by the central burning brightness of nausea.
I am learning to love again the stranger who was myself.