I have grown tired of dreams,
the way they toss me through the night.
Perhaps there is not enough sugar in my diet.
Holy knows there is not enough caffeine
in a single cup to keep me from flailing.
I have only been hungry once in my life.
I have only turned animal during a solitary full moon.
This life is not what I expected.
There are footprints forming in the absence of warm bodies,
but no flesh covers these sun bleached bones.
I have no fear of the skeletons and the clicking of their heels.
If it is just a matter of hunger, would this heart
and all its dried red fruit be bitter to the taste?
I wonder sometimes about the difference between
love and honey, how only one holds the ability to survive.
“Love and Honey” is previously published in the collection, my verse…, published by Swimming with Elephants Publications, LLC in 2012 and Gravel Literary Magazine.