hunger and meaning

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the sun sets over the end of the world
and i feel my hunger flesh of me rising for its walk
i want to love the way my mother eats
lips spilling with joy fingers searching and finding
around each joint dipping into the juices of the salt-stung tomatoes
and of course i like everything intense
i am a climber i see a boulder and i need to know how it can hold me
and it’s hard to let go, baby, tho your hand slipped
a mist opportunity, my friend calls it
as if all i had to do was pick up the phone and say hello, world:
here is me + my needs that are too big for you
i am flower i am feral i’ve been walking for days devouring
every pilgrim who dared spend the night
and i’m praying to a cunty saviour that this time
i manage to (verb) my way out of this
that she make my hunger too, like the sun, finite