1540

i am hungry for something to eat. Maybe something with meat in it or something with a salad in it or maybe something with flaky crust or cheese. Maybe grilled onions. Something with sauce. Or wine. Or a young shirtless man with black hair and green eyes. Maybe clean feet or a surprise party. I am kind of hungry for companionship. Maybe hand holding or washing a car in a driveway together. Movie going. How about a phone call? I am hungry for anything bulky or filling. Anything that fills holes. Empty holes. A chopped up elephant. A bunch of grapes. Feathers underneath a balcony where lovers sit and drink champagne. How about twenty million tears? A piece of skin, your face, a hug. Let’s go. Let’s do this. So hungry.