My name is Tara and I hear food voices.

Maybe if I name you,

you’ll finally go away.

Maybe if I listen better,

you’ll run out of things to say.


Maybe if I write to you,

you’ll acknowledge my existence.

Maybe that acknowledgement

will end your cruel persistence.


So here, I’ll try, page by page,

to finally make the choice

to stop the never-ending battle

and finally find my voice.

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