By Gabriela Vasquez- Rondon
Hungry hungry child
What is it that she craves?
A starve for touch
Or a rumble from the stomach
A plate of food
Or a mouthful of love
There are hearts on a plate
And with hunger in her eyes
She slices through them
Easy, greasy, like butter
They spill and soil the table
The same strawberry colour
As the jam smoothed over her toast
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