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dustbin hunger pangs:
two vegans starved themselves in prison
and became skeletons
on the bunkbed in bunker
but there wasn't any war -
we were bombing ourselves.
hitting blobs of mercury with a hammer
they explode into tiny silver figurines.
the hooked fish swims on
with an unwittingly pierced cheek
that used to connect to the reel
outside my bedroom window
that i would sometimes fish from.
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