I'm Always Hungry

I'm always hungry

for deep conversations,

realness,

greasy, salty French fries and an ice-cold Sprite,

the energy I feel whenever there’s a full moon,

solitude,

and the feeling of total acceptance.

I receive these things in bits and pieces

that I snatch greedily and run away with,

like a child stealing from the

trick-or-treat bucket on Halloween.

I don’t know if I will ever feel satiated.

Maybe I will spend forever longing

for one more conversation,

just one more French fry,

one more evening spent staring at

the moon and breathing in her power.

There’s never enough, it seems,

and yet sometimes I want to hide

under the blankets on my bed,

shielding myself from the abundance of it all.