hunger
Author: Masha Trubitsina, Independent artist
It’s not a scream if your mouth’s full
Your sharp tongue squeezed between steamed chicken and fried rice
Squash potatoes pasta beans cured paprika
You chew before you speak, a well-trained child
Anything helps them never change their pace
Laws passed in a matter of years wars initiated in a matter of hours
Declarations declared read signed forgotten
Whatever the price, it’s surely very affordable
It’s fashionable to both enable and empower
Sides change sales spike spines break
Nothing unusual ever happens on blessed earth
on promised land
Nothing unthinkable
Yes, child, someone’s mind thought of it before they acted it out
You bear witness to the harvest month right before the reaping
How does it taste in your mouth when the conversation changes the tone but never the addressee?
Unless you stop oooh we’ll declare your starved colony a state by September
Does “stop” mean “feed them” or “finish them”? You’re not sure
The first draft said “from the river to the sea”
But that was a mouthful