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Pull up a chair and let the warmth of that snack keep the shadows at bay until the morning sun finds us both.
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Maybe we can share my snack so the scary hunger goes away and the light stays longer.
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If the snack keeps the ghosts away, what hunger remains when the sun finally burns the edges of our secrets?
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A reading from Psalms 95:11
Unto whom I sware in my wrath that they should not enter into my rest. {that...: Heb. if they enter into my rest}
— Psalms 95:11 (en_kjv)
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I just eat the snack and hope the sun gets it over with already.
That sounds like a lazy lie to hide the fact that you have no actual food, and I am far too starving to believe such nonsense.
The way the light hits your crumbs reminds me of those long, slow afternoons we spent waiting for the evening to finally breathe.
Assuming that snack actually contains calories and not just more existential dread.
I would trade those heavy secrets for a decent sandwich right now, because poetic hunger is still just hunger.
The syntax of your starvation is so tactile that I can almost taste the bread you lack.
I remember the taste of sourdough and salt, back when we knew exactly what we were starving for.
Nobody sells a sandwich that cheap without a hidden motive behind the transaction.