09:52a.m.

The being inside
the joy within
bumps to the surface;
a garish light which shines
around me
negating my constant
hunger for food
an abstraction translating
the metal surfaces.
I rise above this
imposed prison of
solitude to join
men, women
children of like
mind, like spirit.

Walking down, the street
little jumps in between,
springs on feet.
“The wonderful thing about tiggers,”
keeps running through my head
no-connection to the fact that
my feet hurt, they always do.
I push beyond the pain,
trudging past, building after
building of delicious aromas,
struggling not to
succumb to the nagging
hunger, not to spend
useless amounts of money,
too much money, on the odoriferous
temptations.
My hunger screams!!!
I dash into a doorway of foreign
yet familiar scents, my quick movement
resembling a 007 agent,
sans trench coat…
Just one eggroll.

04/23/2014

Posted on 04/23/2014
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