I dreamed I was experiencing starvation.
My mouth no longer salivated upon thought.
My stomach no longer rumbled at smells.
My mind no longer yearned for sustenance.
I was dreaming of emptiness... emotional emptiness. And, the only thing that kept me living was the hope that seared my cheeks in the form of fat, warm tears.
I awoke gasping and I vowed never to be empty. Life filled my lungs and I drifted...
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steamed artichokes
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Artichokes are my favorite vegetable. My favorite way to eat them is the
way I have my whole life: cooked whole, each leaf dipped in a sharp lemony
sauce...
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