i call it hunger
sifting through links
searching out the words
left to drift in the ether
thoughts too easily lost
in the swiftly churning current
of news and blips and bytes
they are precious to me
these pieces bravely
relinquished to the
public eye, visible to
everyone but perhaps
never seen by the ones
they are written for
yes, i am trying to
get a glimpse of your secrets
the veiled ones are the most
delicious, the ones that i
claim for my own,
the skins revealed
that i slither into myself
turning into speaker or subject
protagonist or supporting character
a spectator and explorer
this is a thank you
to those who
dare to bare themselves
leave their words naked,
create worlds
that i search out,
stumble upon,
fall into
narinda heng 