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aching is what I need
for too long I’ve been numb
I cannot feel the hunger
it is what I am
I have always been blind to it
others hear the sounds of my stomach
others catch the red of my face
and when it is before me
my desires finally within reach
what I never knew I was starving for
I am careful not to gorge myself sick
I must be polite
I ask
never assuming
I am curt however.
my word like a single leaf
tumbling through the breeze
ready to be stepped on
instead it is spotted.
picked up.
her eyes meet mine.
“Are you gay?”