From the outside

I am only snacking. 

Every day, I am trying to learn

not to miss you so much, like one

salted kernel at a time. It's like

an addiction, though—I dip

my hand into the crumpled

tinfoil bag until my fingertips

graze what's left. My mouth

knows this taste, and the thirst

that follows after it's empty.

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