Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Hungry

I’m hungry.
I know that’s absurd
because I just finished eating an hour ago,
but I’m hungry.
I want a tuna melt on rye
with purple onion on it.
I want it toasted golden brown.
I want to feel the crunch on my lips and
the heat on my tongue.
And I want to wash it all down with an unsweetened ice tea.
I want to sit in an empty diner with just me and the waitress
and stare out the window and write in my journal.
I want to ask myself how I ended up here.
I want to question the plate.
I want to ask the waitress what she’s doing here too.
I bet she’ll tell me to mind my own business.