some times

i get hungry,

typically late

at night,

just before

i am supposed to be

in bed.

the hunger comes –

an unease in the pit

of my gut.

the mouth follows

with a desperate urge for…

what

exactly?

don’t want to go deep

now.

and so i reach

for the sourdough bread,

carefully peeling its edges,

nibbling,

satiated.

any pieces beneath the crust –

whoa…intense!

it feels way too much!