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When he saw the woman in the window, it was as if his affair with food came upon him all at once.
Gazing upon her form was like getting slapped in the face with an overture of Salami, Prosciutto, Gouda, and Gherkins.
Full of love, he wonders if he is a giant cracker.
morning routines to fight the aging
trawling through the fashionista waves
walking awkwardly in gusts of wind
dealing with amateur vagina whisperers
working and doing important things
evening meals, cleaning and dreaming
being a woman of modernity
Reduced to a shape
A body for the gaze
Feeling naked when clothed,
Feeling clothed when naked
In a society saturated with capitalism
you feel the weight of your monetary worth
You walk through the world
in a state of uncertainty
Reduced to a shape by [ ]
you refuse to let them win
C & K 