we, ripe with hunger
we bare stories of need in our skins ~
yesterday I saw a woman stooped over another in wheel chair & their million velvet wrinkles;
yesterday I saw a girl pouting for the camera of her young man in worn out sandals in a dusk burnt with fire.
We hurt my eyes with colors of Need: this Cucoon. It tears out the million keeling feet of our praying,
Pic: Europeana, Unsplash
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