Hungry

Sentences are my sustenance

but lately I’m starving

So many cute piles of breadcrumbs

and not enough bread

I sleep a little less

and pray a little longer

Steady wishing to be enough

to suit my own standards

Holding the bags beneath my eyes

I travel lightly

and draw cave paintings on the dark circles

so tomorrow can know

I am the light at the end of the tunnel

and not a baker

There is never enough time when you measure it

Still, my stomach growls

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4/3/14