When I’m empty

I’m a belly.

Complete without thinking

why I exist.

swallowing swallowing.

I want hands like those of a bear

because I want to take a tear

and push it all.

I will consume whatever I destroy.

I am a void.

This is not where I have to be,

but I know the way I

consume and the

edges

of the garbage, the shortage and frustration of food.