Love

1.29.22

It is as if I have been awakened
to a hunger that had deadened from lack

A hunger strike protesting the cruelty
of the need itself

A self starvation prolonged a decade
whetted by a hot aroma
and woken unhappy

Be slow to sate
I tell myself
as the minotaur of it
looms about me like
a red cave

As if I have any control here