The Forest Dweller’s Diary

5. A Snack

Hunger is a sickness
The root of a diseased tree
Its leaves are brown as pork rinds
Its limbs are brittle as an orphan's throat

Hunger is a sack of eggs
Thrashing with spiders

When you have spiders lining your belly
Shaking their hips
You can eat anything

Alex Sager

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