Summer 1989 • Vol. XI No. 3 Poetry |

Hunger

We lost ourselves in the caves, the homes, that our mouths could be. Knowing the kiss was invented, we let ourselves be the ancient flesh first in the world to make that move:   We were panting in scraggly underbrush,   hidden after hours of running   scarcely ahead of hatred and clubs.   One body atop the other   in the thorn thicket's narrow reprieve,   we were the neural spark toward survival--   pressing our lips to silence breath.   Next, we were the enemies   grappling, pinned and breaking and locked again.   You clamped me down spread-eagled,   I tried to scream for help, you   cut me short with the only weapon left.   We were deformed, handless neighbors   fighting for rights to a berry bush,   turning teeth upon each other   but drawn to the way juice leaked   back and forth--clashing and feeding confused   till soon we were stripping branches   together, tongues lifting the sweetness

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Stephen Corey has published nine collections of poems, most recently There Is No Finished World (White Pine Press, 2003). He has co-edited four books in three genres, and he has been with The Georgia Review since 1983, where he is currently serving as editor--and, as of 2014, editor of the new Georgia Review book series under the auspices of the University of Georgia Press. His poems, essays, and reviews have appeared in many periodicals, among them Shenandoah, The American Poetry Review, Poets & Writers, and the Kenyon Review. Corey has taught at the University of Florida, where he also earned his PhD in English, and at the University of South Carolina, and he has served as poet-in-residence or visiting poet/editor for a number of conferences and writing programs across the United States.

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