The hunger watched me

as it passed me by

I could only think of my journal 

soon to become a museum

That is hunger-a spectacle of abundance

I remember the feeling 

When it comes back 

I fall into the nearest well

and I become the water 

Or in cases of its emptiness

I become the air it holds

That is hunger

It is at once a memorial to a feeling and

to long for the land I come from

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