It’s the nearness of the rumble
That involuntarily
Puts my hand on my stomach
Yes, it’s empty.
A foul smell half-awakes me
Involuntarily, as if by habit,
I lift my bottom on the right:
A stream of stench
Finds freedom from its fleshy trap
Yes, that was me!
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