Poetry

Hungry

Sometimes

The sweet anticipation

Of a cold treat

Overshadows

The growing tension

In your stomach

As you reach

Through the

Drawings and grades

Toward the sticky

Jelly covered handle.

Then, when the white light

Flicks on

You see the

Awful truth

 

The refrigerator

Is empty

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