Eating My Words

Eating is working.

As much as i spend on my term paper that never seems to end-

I eat.

I eat the letters as i type them into my computer and Google Docs snarls at me.

I eat my words as I speak them and I eat my work-

I work.

I work through breakfast and lunch but i am not hungry.

I eat my term paper and blame it on the dog.

I am fueled by language-

My insides are littered with letters-

I am a world of words-

A litany of languid language-

Chanting like the childrens’ choir at the Catholic church-

At nighttime.

I lay down and the chant continues.

Letters-

Words-

Letters-

Worlds-

I eat.

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