Once upon a time on our reservation, the only food in the house was a half-empty box of sugar cubes. My sisters and I rationed them for most of a day. They did nothing to quell our hunger, but we learned there’s sweetness inside every little hell.
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Hunger Song
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Hunger Song
a poem and a brief look at the architecture of the poem
Mar 10, 2022
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