13 July 2009

Hunger

I don't want it.

I want it.

Like a junkie, needle poised—
Like a glutton clutching his fork—
Like a slut taking off her pants—

I want it.

I don't want it.

They know that feeling, too:
I'll only want it more,
It can't outlast my hunger.

I don't want it.

I want it.

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