It is hard to write about hunger
I am always hungry
I am always afraid
I always long for love
How can I always be hungry?
The hunger is partly for food
and partly for love
They are tied together
“You have food insecurity,”
A friend says
I want to argue and do
but I also know that he is right
I am always worried about food
My daughter has it too
she admits that even as she finishes a meal
she wants to know that there is food for the next meal
A friend tell me about running out of food
hiking in Alaska. He is ok with it.
My daughter and I agree we will never camp with him.
My mother says that pregnant
she is hungry the entire time
fantasizes about a banana split and chocolate syrup
After the baby is born
“I did not want the banana split!”
she says and laughs
Maybe it is the baby who is hungry
inside the womb, the fetus that is hungry
“The doctor yells if I gain any weight.” laughs my mother.
Hunger and love intertwined.
I don’t see my mother for nine months after birth
because she is ill.
I curl around my daughter ferociously
I want to protect her from any harm
I eat when I am hungry and feed her food and love
The photograph is me and my mother. She is getting over tuberculosis and is still very thin. I think that my grandparents took the photograph. I took the photograph of the photograph.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hunger.