Flamboyant diamonds suggest hunger.
Childhoods scarred by violence, incest, hunger.
Her hip and cheekbones rising toward the light.
Family thought cancer, the shrink guessed hunger.
Only heroes rise above their instincts.
The ex-breatharian confessed — hunger
drove him from transcendence to sandwiches.
Grasping, gulping greed of suppressed hunger.
Mother claimed my sweet blood drew mosquitoes.
Bite on bite, a palimpsest of hunger.
Half of marriage vows broken. Do they cheat
from rage? Boredom? Self-interest? Hunger?
The disciple swears off shellfish, sex, booze,
gambling, other gods — a test of hunger
versus devotion. From his father’s hands
he learned rage. From his mother’s breast, hunger.
Like moons, Milton’s daughters put forth his light.
When someone’s properly caressed, hunger,
long-hidden, rises to be filled. Lessons
from history — Warfare, conquest, hunger.
Women disappear when they interfere
with the stars’ bromance. Once men dressed hunger
in tailored suits and irony. The priest
chanted hymns for poverty, blessed hunger.
Sexiness of the outcast, hoodlum, or
vampire. Great hair, tattooed chest, hunger.
The lover undressing. Scent of baking
bread. Soon-satisfied is the best hunger.
More than enough words glut the world. Did Stone
feed anyone when she confessed hunger?