looking at reciepts….
all declined. …
attempts made…
what’d you expect….

cheap noodles….
pans of water…
salt-based flavor packets….
this is living….

starve, the artist said….
I’d rather go hungry, a peace….
with paintings…sculptures…
poems rattle ’round the head….

this life was chosen….
it chose us….
who knows….
beats growin’ up….