Sitting in My Hunger

Sitting in my hunger

Fasting away the day

Delicious  breezes

Brush my hair away

As the objects of my senses
Plead for my attention

Preparing  for another family feast

Is a mere challenge to enjoy the feat

Of clearing out the bothering heat

That builds the distorted fields

When I eat

Ruminating routines

Taunt me

Boredom without food

Tempts me

Sensations in the body

Tease me

Into believing in my past conditioning

Into reacting to my gut

But not this time

The refrigerator stays shut!