Bun Ga!
My belly fills and I love this life again
I could breathe to eat
First I need emotional bariatric surgery
To constrain my appetites
wait is that a lobotomy?
Abiding instead
I shall take this vast empty Void
My hunger for the world
And carry my swelling and shrinking stomach
Each morning perched on a three legged stool over a vaporous crack
I shall give birth to reshape the day before
a new view on recent sustenance!