"Greed is really Hunger in another form. Greed is what happens when you've been starving and finally get the chance to eat. You gorge yourself until you are sick. You eat and eat because you know that a time will come when you will not to be able to eat again."

He looks at her, brow wrinkled.

"I don't think I get it."

She smiles, 

"I'm not surprised,"

She lights a cigarette and takes a pull.

"I can take one look at you and see that you haven't had a hungry day in your life."

I wish I

were someone

else perhaps

A flower.

Blooming bright

Perfection

A moment

that once lost

is forever,

Or is it?

Never sad

No reason

No purpose

Commitments

Are none, all

useless here.

I sound like a man,

I am convinced of it. 

That would be ok if I was a man, but I am not.

I crave to be feminine, 

Light,

Airy, 

Beautiful. 

But my voice is like my body.

Heavy,

Deep,

Strange.

I hate it.

My sister sounds just like me.

On the phone my mother cannot tell us apart.

My sister is beautiful.

It does not add up. 

My voice defines me,

but hers gives her strength.