Stephanie Gutierrez · Oct 24, 2010
hungry

i'm hungry
and the house is empty.
although
the rats always seem to find food.
sometimes
i wish i were a rat
they seem happy
in this house.
they arn't bothered by the
empty cupboards

i pace
and brew the last cup of coffee.
the only
anything
that i have left.

no milk
no sugar
the rats got the last of that...

the deep growls
and begging
stopped long ago
now
its just
empty.

i watch the food channel
and fill up on images.
i can almost smell the smells
i can almost taste the tastes
the rats run and scurry
stealing crumbs and flavored dust
i let them have it.

i will sit back and
have my coffee
and continue to watch the
buffet flicker by
at least there is that
and rat's have never really been interested
in tv.

 
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