Flesh Memory

Hunger Songs

Humans are such ugly creatures, although the thought itself is purely subjective. 

We are greedy, oh so greedy. 

This hunger ties my stomach up in knots, but despite that, I feast. 

I smash my hands into the cake that's on my table and crush it between my fingers; 

I am lost to inhibition as I shovel the mush into my mouth.

I rip the orange to shreds. 

I pick up more pieces than could possibly fit in my mouth, but I shall make it work. 

My belly is ready to burst with how full it feels, and yet my hands still reach for the fruit I cut up, all pretty on my plate. 

When I chew, I hear it reverberate through the sides of my skull- the crunch, the slop, the swallow. 

The feeling of fullness finds a home in my stomach, and yet the pit grows. 

It's disgusting to be this much of a slave to the human condition. 

My hunger reminds me that I am just an animal with the unfortunate gift of cognizance. 

When I look in the mirror, I see all of you. 

Greed is a part of me, and I am a part of you. 

You cannot escape this ugliness; we were built to be hungry, so join me, let's eat.