the cane fields flowed green
as far as the edge of the world
my thirst unquenchable
i’d rip the skin
filling my mouth
until dry straw was left
until my teeth squeaked smooth
no matter how much sugar juice
i would suck
it was never enough
such stickiness remained
on my hands and lips
a trail of ants
followed me everywhere

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