I was so hungry then and the world

held every candy I could imagine. Now,

I cannot imagine what it would be like to ride

up the hills I knew when I was fat. When stars

were still milk dazzlers and the moon was cheese

above the trees, I’d talk myself to sleep. Now,

I’m on a train for Paris. I am the line

on the horizon as today turns into tonight –


I am an empty house,

my face is nameless. A thin man catches

my eye from a garden. I’ve not felt

so hungry for a while. The world is not mine,

my heart wobbles like yolk.


First published in Tomorrow, We Will Live Here, 2010.