What gave you the right
to write to me?

(I gave it, I guess

maybe when I wasn’t looking
the hunger crept into my eyes)

we are always writing
little desperation poems

so why not
let myself have
a lovely one,
without hurt or struggle,

one that can fill me
up and feed me
for days, weeks, months?

poetry is not
only for tears

I’ll treasure this one

do not be alarmed
if I read it more than once.