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Have I woken up yes
having woken unfinished
not thought that before
I’ve woken up
unfinished thoughts
men with warm tongues and soft
half-opened eyes
unfinished
half-eaten late meals
cores pits and seeds
of raw stone fruits
unripe
not ready to eat but anyway we ate
no time to wait
for the hearts of beasts to stop
those we ate with their eyes open beating
they woke up to our teeth
oh yes they did
woke up wanting
soft and warm
night
will come again soon
with bones still on plates
unfinished thoughts
unraveled in dreams
of plenty
just out of reach

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Wende Crow lives in Atlanta, where she teaches computer literacy to refugees. Her poems and essays have appeared in New Haven ReviewPloughshares, The Bakery, and other journals.

 

We are proud to introduce a new feature: The Inquisitive Eater Poet of the Month.  Each month a contemporary poet will present three poems and one personal essay in which food is consumed, passed over, or reckoned with.  Wende is our inaugural poet.