Little mouth, you work
in spasms even in the midst

of dreams— and I must ask,
what will sate that gnawing

hunger, once and for all?
In the field, gnats draw electric

circles around your ankles, near
your arms— every warm body

in the grass, a vessel brimming
with blood and unsung ardors.

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