I hunger

I hunger for things that have a soul
If you have one, I will eat you...

I know a woman
who, in order to breathe,
writes a line or two
of poetry

I also know a man
who dances, naked
in the moonlight
with the ghost
of his beloved

I ate them.

I hunger for things that have a soul
and I am starving

Because when I show
the world
a beautiful
red rose
they only
see
the thorns.