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The only thing one can miss out on in life is love
I read               & I know
to be loved means to be stripped           clean

under your mouth         under your hands
in my bed         in my apartment
in our mutation             in the history of our Earth

There aren’t enough people in this City
to hide my body            from you

I try to surround myself with things         that bite
I can only swallow         in the Free World

where everything is sharp          
& getting sharper

We've never been this hungry
or close
to extinction

Francesca Kritikos

Francesca Kritikos (@fmkrit) is a Greek-American writer and editor currently based in Chicago. She wrote the poetry chapbooks It Felt Like Worship (Sad Spell Press, 2017) and Animals Don't Go To Hell (Bottlecap Press, 2021) and the full-length poetry collection Exercise in Desire (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2022). Her poetry has appeared in Χάρτης, Blush Lit, the Des Pair Quarterly and elsewhere, and she also wrote a creative-critical essay on Joan Didion published by The London Magazine.

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