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by Robert Carr

The soldier secretly eats
the skin from his peeling
feet. A meager taste.

The texture — used wax paper,
seems rich, like lamb
gristle. His front tooth nibble
is a sharp tremor. It helps
him remember that before —
it was a kitchen, it was yellow as it burned,
there was a woman and she broiled.

Copyright © 2016 by Robert Carr

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