throwback 09.13.2020: empty

                    Straight-up-ham.

          Forgot
    Who I was—

              Am. Well,

  I’d deign to damn
      A yester-wind;

Cram

      That needy beast
  ‘To a vanish-bin,

              Behind a tear-dam.

      Though fit-as-feared,
            Darling,

                  I’m somewhow
            Well-creased—

  And still starving.

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