Feed Me
My soul is hungry.
My bones ache
And stiffen
From the cold snow.
My muscles quiver
After walking two blocks.
My breath freezes
In air.
I continue
Limping
Because I hope
That coffee
And Mortal Kombat
Will be on.
I’ll sit
Next to you
And throw insults
And elbows
Flail around.
“I will win!!”
I scream
But I lose
I cook dinner.
Your eyes
Search mine
Trying to find
The secret ingredients
To my recipes.
My soul, heart and stomach
Are fed.