I woke up hungry this morning.
\nThe truth is I am always hungry.
\nMy hunger is like an elephant
\nriding my shoulders and I cannot
\nput him down.\u00a0 On sunny days
\nI hunger for rain, for the way
\nthe sky splits into thin bits
\nand the stream rises, lapping up
\nthe land.\u00a0 When storm clouds
\ngather and drops sputter
\nlike hot grease across my window,
\nI ache for oven hot days
\nwhen the sky spreads blue
\non the bread of my face.
\nOh, I am always, always hungry.
\nWhen the wind blows, my mouth
\nseeks calm.\u00a0 When the air hangs
\nstill, I want it to whirl.\u00a0 When
\nall around me people dance and sing,
\nI want only a pen and ink and silence.
\nNo one can be as hungry as me.
\nWhen the movie ends, I want it
\nto begin again.\u00a0 When the weeds grow,
\nI want to yank them all out.
\nWhen small red berries cover the ground,
\nI curse them.\u00a0 For they will never fill me,
\nnot if I picked for a million years.
\nWhen I read a poem, I want to stuff
\nthe words right into my ears. I want
\nto swallow voices whole.\u00a0 I want
\nto gulp an ocean of souls.\u00a0 I want
\nthe world to simmer and pop
\nto my own time, to swell my belly,
\nto make it an ocean wave rising.<\/p>\n
Published by: I woke up hungry this morning. The truth is I am always hungry. My hunger is like an elephant riding my shoulders and I cannot put him down.\u00a0 On sunny days I hunger for rain, for the way the sky splits into thin bits and the stream rises, lapping up the land.\u00a0 When storm clouds … <\/p>\n
\ndirtcakes<\/em>
\nJune 2010<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"