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A Quick Read

Already I can feel the weakening:
My eyes and heart are evaporating into a slow confusion
my hands are redeveloping the shaky twinge of age.
In an hour or two I'll be hungry again,
as anger gnaws like a cliché at my extremities
until the food before me blurs
into so much gibberish.