We argued in the kitchen
Which was hungrier
The body or the soul
Whether there were two kinds
Of thirst or just one source
That the body could thrive
And thicken while the soul
Grew paler and thinner
Or the other way around
He was the cook for the children
And we stood in the forgotten
Emaciated garden of October
Make me kind chef the recipe
For my rapacious soul
Lest in terror it consume the world
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