The Body

wants to lie in bed

and listen to the rain

Digesting

is too much work

It’s browsing

to consume

It doesn’t want more

it wants less

It’s not impressed

with normal food.

“You’ve lost weight.”

“You’re looking good.”

But that wasn’t my goal

I want to eat something

that feeds me

Otherwise, starvation

will go on

My body seeks comfort

under thick blankets

reading things that have not been read

in 20 years

It longs for a word and a moment

waiting for the rush of warm air

and the silent satisfaction

from the storm.