the sun sets over the end of the world and i feel my hunger flesh of me rising for its walk i want to love the way my mother eats lips spilling with joy fingers searching and finding around each joint dipping into the juices of the salt-stung tomatoes and of course i like everything intense i am a climber i see a boulder and i need to know how it can hold me and it’s hard to let go, baby, tho your hand slipped a mist opportunity, my friend calls it as if all i had to do was pick up the phone and say hello, world: here is me + my needs that are too big for you i am flower i am feral i’ve been walking for days devouring every pilgrim who dared spend the night and i’m praying to a cunty saviour that this time i manage to (verb) my way out of this that she make my hunger too, like the sun, finite
hunger and meaning
