HUNGRY
I am hungry for your forgiveness and I have no idea why.
But, I am ravenous for anything besides this cop-out silence
This head buried in hands woods on a foggy day silence
This furrowed eyebrows, twitching fingertips, beach in the freezing cold silence
This losing things, cigarette ash in sidewalk crack, car battery dying silence
I think I would feel less alone if I knew that you still thought of me as a person, and not a fragment of the dust particles collecting beneath the seats of your car while you’re afraid of driving in the city.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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