Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Tuesday Poem: "Hunger" by Jack Gilbert



Digging into the apple
with my thumbs.

Scraping out the clogged nails

and digging deeper.

Refusing the moon color.

Refusing the smell and memories.

Digging in with the sweet juice

running along my hands unpleasantly.

Refusing the sweetness.

Turning my hands to gouge out chunks.

Feeling the juice sticky

on my wrists. The skin itching.

Getting to the wooden part.

Getting to the seeds.

Going on.

Not taking anyone's word for it.

Getting beyond the seeds.



by Jack Gilbert



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