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a complicated process
I believe in food,
blood, a quick estimation of insulin
followed by the jab of a syringe.
then, the sweet crunch between my teeth.
hunger leaves.
I become complete.
what are we but the sum of our intake?
today, I am a handful of almonds,
a peanut butter sandwich—one slice,
a scant portion of chips, and
blueberries in yogurt.
tomorrow, my sum will be different.
cumulative.
and always more blood,
balancing the sweetness of it
with insulin. I believe in food.
food doesn't believe in me, anymore.
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