Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Hunger pangs over the kitchen sink

We stare at the dirty dishes with sadness.
The weekend is through
Imminent Monday herself prompts an excuse.
And they lie in the sink,

Once they pleased us with food
Now they repel us with scraps.
And hunger fades away like the weekend
As we look on with mutual desolation.
Hunger was the bond,
And now fatigue.


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