30 April 2012
hunger dreams
Published in SAND Journal Print Issue 26
no ride is ever too lengthy on these soft patches of grass whose stalks have toppled over one another in a desperate race to scratch at the moving mass that is my body. the silhouette ends in awkward angles but i am not bothered by any of this. i am staring at the wind, or how the landscape bends over itself to please the wind. i am rooted to a pillar and i think i may be a scarecrow. one foot is neatly nailed over the other but my coat flies about in ecstasy. i imagine the ocean lapping at my disfigured toes, even when all they are, are leaves of grass. the tips of my fingers feel warm from their love, while my bones shiver from the loneliness of it all. i’ve been here a while, and i am hungry. i could surely eat a cow. i was a cow. they gave me an award. i cowered. i am a coward.