For three days
I’ve been starving my belly
to teach it
to eat the sun.
I say to it—belly,
I’m ashamed of you. You must
become spiritual. You must
eat the sun.
Belly has been quiet
for three days. It’s not easy
to build higher aspirations into it.
But I am optimistic.
This morning, sunbathing on the beach,
I noticed it’s already starting
to shine a little.
Originally Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 2.
