The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 3 | Page 8

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The Stomach/Heart

… stay empty, always

baking soda in the fridge fresh though

always promising till it's open

& there’s nothing you like

bet you keep coming back­

bet you open it again & pick

around the rot: something lived here.

Something was eaten alive but not whole

what souvenirs did you

expect to be abandoned by

so much consuming?