5/8/2017 0 Comments Hungry by Nasreen KhanHungry I am getting fat here in the breadbasket of the world. I am growing sluggish here and I lift my head bovine and ruminant, chewing the same cud as every other cocksucker out there. The white scars of my brown skin fading into let’s all get along post-colonial complacency fading, like the memory of Hunger. Hunger is the sharp edged knife that castrates the rapist and the madness that makes mad love and hunkers in filthy corners. How have I forgotten to stay hungry? I came from hungry parents, who were birthed from hungry parents, who had hungry parents, who climbed up out of a hungry earth, who was spat from the cunt of a hungry god who is a hungry woman with the lust of famine in her eyes and ribs protruding below her long, big-nippled breasts, who never died on a cross but lives and lives and lives on the edge of sacred starvation forever and ever amen. Bio: Nasreen Khan has a Afghan-Russian Father, and a Filipina-Chinese Mother. She lives in New Jersey and likes dirt and dirty things so the industrial Jersey landscape suits her just fine.
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