You keep feeding her your crumbs-
the crumbs of your time, the crumbs of your affection,
You salt them with excuses, apologies and you
sautee them with empty lacey words
You do it so well, it must be your secret family recipe, so well she doesn't even realize it's not a full meal
Your apetitite is really all that matters, anyways
watch in wonder
when Hunger rises up from off the floor
to vomit back in your face
all your little crumbs
NEXT TIME
EAT YOUR OWN damn CRUMBS
