Hungrish

I’m not really hungry
But not really not
So I drift to the kitchen
To see what we’ve got
Even though I know well
Well before I begin
That there’s nothing I want
So I drift back again
To the dent on the couch
Where I pick up my book
And I read till I need
Once again to go look…

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