i eat thoughts in the morning
thoughts of dreamy past times
thoughts,
of freedom and adventure
and till lunch
like blowing winds
in the summer
i binge on thoughts
i eat and eat until it tastes like rubber on my tongue
until the winds chip away at my skin
melting like wax
rivers flow with reckless abandon
naturally thoughts fade into the present
and so, starvation follows
mango kernels and afternoons
like an ilness
now
i eat you in my meals
you water my adventures
into mangoes again
a great green bliss
trees cut to make swings around
its branches
flowers plucked to trace the ropes
harsh summer winds
ticks grow in our garden
no
ticks grow in my garden
bees are lost
birds are too
like a mother that loses her child to fate
my fruits rot.
now all there's left to eat
are thoughts.
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