Alessandra Taylor
HUNGER
Skin
Stretched taut
Over his fat belly.
Knock-kneed legs stuffed
Into perma-wrinkled pants
Propped up his top-heavy torso.
Alone,
He stands
In a banquet hall,
Vacant, save a long table
Draped in a white linen cloth
And laden with sumptuous food.
He eats
And eats.
Gravy on grits.
A slab of roast beef.
Fried chicken and pie.
An impolite hunk of rich cake.
His eyes bulge
Like the tight lids
Of a hungry lizard.
They fast-scan the room
Darting from corner to corner
In a never-ending search for nourishment.
Copyright 2000, Alessandra Taylor
Alessandra Taylor retired from the pressure-paced world of finance to
pursue literary interests, Zen Buddhism and the great outdoors.
Switched-on Gutenberg/Vol. 4, No. 2
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