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they have one soul, two bodies
sticking together in huge lumps
like the two extra cement bags
I need to widen the door,
the stomach acts the cupid-
feeds it songs of gluten, glutton,
and rumbles for more, always more
from the tongue, the overseer, which picks
all the right wrong-food,
while the gullible heart plays a mother-
she is from a different universe,
she accepts everything,
or looks the other way,
but always supports vehemently,
my mind, it is the father coming apart
at the seams, looking at …