In the Morning

Hunger cuts your tongue and singes your stride. Hear the rumble of hunger when it suits you least; when it can strangle you most. Wear hunger like a shawl, with its many holes. Let it fall from your fingertips and pick it up a minute later as a forgotten but often necessary object. Accept its sneers. Keep it as one does a secret, most times with impunity. It changes only your color, not your character. Paint it on as such. The function of hunger is only to inform you of what to provide, it has nothing to offer in itself. Hunger is reliable in its torment. Fall asleep and hunger will be there in morning.