From Carl Phillips, “Civilization”

…There’s an art
to everything. Even
turning away. How
eventually even hunger
can become a space
to live in. How they made
out of shamelessness something
beautiful, for as long as they could.

(that’s the end of the poem and the part I like, but the whole thing is here)

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