Dominique Larntz * August 13, 2012

 

Awake now, I crawl out
and open the top drawer
to pull out my underclothes
of helplessness and guilt
and I consider pulling them
over my tender skin.

I can smell what is cooking
out there—something
delicious and certainly I
should cover up first.

Get dressed, then take
my plate to a quiet place
where no one can see
the depth of this
naked hunger.