when hunger is the only good muse I’ve had in years.
(Remember the joy of jagged yearning?)
I watch fulfillment share its lazy bed with sleep – -
warm with babies and stability,
stuffed with calories, consistency and compromise.
Only: It’s good weather and a bad mood,
an aching stomach and an occupied mind,
old memories that don’t quite add up
that thing of needing something else, someone more –
that keep me lean and honest,
Now I know:
Fuzzy satisfaction is a thief of skill.
And: Love is ultimate but it makes you slow.
Nuzzling my soft smiling miracles on the rug and feeling
grateful peace, at one with God and Other,
at all times must be coupled with a sharp contraction
of appetite for Self,
– - or else the fat, sorry
sins of chocolate and happiness
will turn me into
- SKE, May 2006
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