Constant friend
since the empty suckled breasts
Nothing felt better than
to satisfy you.
You were a hurtful friend.
You seemed impossible.
I could eat and eat and not
ever satisfy you.
Oh my hunger!
I could drench you in sugars and fats,
salts, crunch, cream -
There you’d still be
wanting.
Do you live in my belly or my soul?
Here is your essential nectar:
Honey, music
banana, pen.