Hunger
A poem that was written indoors during quarantine while craving movies, travel, fine dining and the great outdoors. - photo credit: Joshua Hoehne
Lanette Ware-Bushfield
3
min read time
Dolby sound ringing
carved ears that clang of mountains
garlic, scallops and cobs.
Doilies drip blood of dead Cabernet
and. Zooming exhausted kitchens.
Unexplored miniature boxes
inside. Isolation lane.
Quarantined.
Navigating smoked oven wishes
that. Eiffel the tower of my aching heart.
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