Hunger

Hunger

Or Why I Ate the Chips

Any meal is extravagant

when it first starts

in the mind. This sudden

growling in the

belly is always un-

anticipated. What to feed

the beast? Shortbread

made with three ingredients

(but never mind, there’s the oven

to figure out), leftover

beef lasagna that

will take a hundred years

to defrost and properly

heat, a quick rip of

aluminum propylene and

the instant satiation of trans

fat and a reincarnation

of potatoes? Even cardboard

crackers will do at

this point. And sliced

crisp apples will never

be enough.

August 3, 2021

Photo by Jeff Siepman of Unsplash.

Day 2, Poem no. 4 for The Writing Oasis (Summer 2021) with Beth Kempton