I woke up wanting and didn’t have a name for it not thirst not want for a person not the usual ache
a bone hunger the kind that makes you eat the bruised peach first because the perfect one isn’t the point
I used to feel guilty about this the body wanting loud before the mind had reasons so I’d file it under stress or boredom or maybe I just need water
but some mornings the wanting is the whole answer and the question was a delay tactic
I ate the peach I did not write it down I did not earn it the sun was on the kitchen floor and I was an animal standing in it glad