I don't remember
the last time
I was hungry.
My anxiety
shrunken stomach
and I prefer
the cool dimness of
our secluded bedroom.
Alone. Better
than shoveling food,
flavored nothing,
into my dry mouth
under the heat of
your gaze and
listening to how
you've interpreted
my feelings.
Sorry I've ruined
your appetite but
I said I wasn't hungry.
Plus, I worry about,
if I open my mouth
to chew, what would
emerge.


**V. K.