From the book Unveiling: Pieces from Bliss

[oversleep]

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macel aguilar

i am tossed
with necessities
that perpetually starve me.

i am held
by hands
that continually freeze me.

my metallic, cold self,
pushed and deserted in the middle.

i can't take this anymore.

take me to the counter.

i am full.

for ma and pa