I wonder what it would be like to bite.
These gums can only gum themselves to numb.
Phantom juice from meat between my teeth.
The nutrients I need come through a tube.
I wonder what it would be like to bite
the nurse who comes to turn me on my side.
Her clothes are soaked with smoke from cigarettes.
Immobilized I cannot flee the stench.
I wonder what it would be like to bite
straight through the only cord that keeps me live.
Maybe I would shock my nerves awake
long enough to crunch the thing I crave.
Food used to make me squirm in fear and fright.
Ironic now that all I want’s a bite.
(J-me Odom)
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