When I’m empty

I am a stomach.

I fill myself without thought

Because I exist

To hold all that can be shoved in

I even take in great gulps of air

That escape in burps and farts

I am a hunger.

I want hands like a bear’s

Because I want to grab and tear

And pull it all into me

I will wholly consume what I destroy

I am a void.

This is nothing where I should be

But I know the shape of it

I consume and plaster the

Edges of the emptiness

With food, want, and frustration.