10:00 am in the library
All is silent and still without
But within, there is rebellion
My stomach, unfulfilled by 6:00 am oatmeal
Cries out against the silence
Singing the song of the hungry for all to hear
The sound echoes across the rugae
And through my relatively thin abdominal wall
Unsoftened by Camper's fascia
It screams all the way to Baltimore
Begging Laura's stomach to join in the chorus
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