I EAT AM EATING WAS EATEN HAVE ATE : : TO FEED AND BE FED

the food of my body I find

burying her hands in the earth

back bent, her face falls

lips meeting the ground
 melting mixing melding into mud

all I can taste is dirt

the food of my body is a language I forgot

flesh I am still fighting to digest

of a space that is dark, that is ancient, that is deep :: a foreign tongue resides in me

I do not know this taste

yet as it turns over to cover the curves of my mouth 
 I sense something of a memory

I have never felt this shape yet I know it

he is a stranger I have crossed

a shadow that has hung over me

the food of my body is a bridge between stolen houses

a language that cannot come out

where she has forgotten how to speak

has become soft in the same way her body bleeds

every day, dirty

how can I break the bread of my body

when I do not know the shape of me in his hands

how much has been secured in stomach

spit out

headless hidden hysterical

I am hungry