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Sunday, February 17, 2008
SHALLOW THROAT
I’ve been counting the words caught in my throat. I know how my own hunger could split me open. I see the wound of my body exposedin text book diagrams; coiled, naked organs. Half-finished men trapped there, frozenbeneath the icy lid of plastic overlays. Each one a shallow grey boat, each one a drowning victim.