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.