“Because,” said the hunger artist…“because I couldn’t find a food which tasted good to me.”
“A Hunger Artist,” Franz Kafka
“I was afraid, I'd eat your brains”
“Conversation 16,” The National
i am not interested in arizona
but another state altogether
resurrection
i am hopeful that the part of me
that died can rise from the ashes
resurrection
it is lonely living while dead inside
no urge to eat—an inverted zombie life
resurrection
this state has no decayed flesh or moaning
although the living somehow remain distant
resurrection
to rise then in the arms of another entirely
and to resist feasting on her skinny throat
resurrection
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