Thursday, February 18, 2016

Meditations on Night Hunger

my chapped 
lips. 

a little pain in
my left pinky toe. 

where the nail file
bit the skin.

the hunger in my
stomach. 

i don’t eat at night.
not anymore. 

but i’m always hungry.
i remember:

the kitchen at my parent’s
house. 

grabbing cheez-its and
a coke. 

mix them together in 
my mouth.

the salty with the 
sweet. 

the way the caramel 
coke

brought out the sassy
tang of

the cheddar.  coke went
with cheez-its

pepsi or dr pepper with
cheese-nips. 


god, all of that sounds 
disgusting to me now. 

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