By
Arlene Ang
She says
you don't know
what hunger is
and recounts
for how she survived
the earthquake.
She swears
she was trapped for weeks
under rubble with her newborn,
how she ate bathroom tissue,
suckled her baby from pricked
fingertips when milk ran
out.
She says
that's what hunger is:
not knowing if you have
blood enough.
Arlene
Ang lives in Venice, Italy
where she edits the Italian
Niederngasse (www.niederngasse.com).
Her poetry has recently
appeared in KotaPress Journal,
sidereality, Scrivener's
Pen, Poet's Canvas and three
candles. Recent awards include:
Absinthe Literary Review
2002 Eros & Thanatos
Prize Winner and Clean Sheets
2003 Poetry Contest 2nd
Place Winner.
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