CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“Full Stomach”


Some things just don’t agree with me.
Sometimes, I have ordered with my eyes—
Had too much on my plate all at once.
I’ve skipped meals to drink the wine.

It keeps feeding me!

My jaws are so tired,
No longer can I chew…
The menu I thought I’ve been through.
I’ve bled my truth.
I’ve bred my lies.
I’ve eaten all I can eat.
No longer can I try!
I can’t digest the rest,
All the rest that's being cooked for me.

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