Feed
// Devin Wayne Davis
she held
on the finger of one hand
—and at no time did
I feel like eating her.
is there a difference
in me—since
I’ve acknowledged this
to stay
yet, to have
let go
what was feeding
a prejudice?
she held
on the finger of one hand
—and at no time did
I feel like eating her.
is there a difference
in me—since
I’ve acknowledged this
to stay
yet, to have
let go
what was feeding
a prejudice?
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