I Have Known.

I have known the hunger of attempts.
It groans and it aches
and there’s never enough.
And there’s plenty to go around
(plenty of rejection)
and I’m not afraid
because this is not,
assuredly, not
my life.
But I remember the hunger
(the insatiable irrational hunger)
that begins in your nerves with your arms shaking
joints throbbing along
with the rock in the hole in your middle.
A shaking becomes a convulsing
(convoluted motion of the body
pacing and dancing and waving and waiting)
to be noticed.
And there’s plenty to go around
(plenty of rejection)
And I’m not afraid.