My heart's been hungrier than that stray cat
that lingers on your back doorstep.
I've made my bed
in a little pile of leaves and gravel,
and I must get some rest now —
even though my stomach aches
and all my senses are tingling.
I'll be putting my head down soon,
anyway, so the least I can do is
say a little prayer for you —
about you —
while my head is bowed and
my eyes are closed.
