For the Child: Lessons on Hunger by Olivia Hu If scraped at the knee: do not flinch, for the body will open once more. Sinew chisels itself in preparation for graphless seasons of ache. Child, do not lift the mallet to drumskin, for the body desires touch & the first step is contact. These collisions are narcotic & will swallow you sleepless. Child, of course your palms were made palpable. Just remember to never mistake those fingers for teeth & that your body is only a facade, because half of the world is parched in allegory. Of course, you will misplace your body: hide & seek, you both the hider & the seeker. You looking & spooning for the throat, which brims with phlegm & tasteless birds. I told you child, I warned you. Once you find skin, something will spill.