Mark off the days spent
ripened to death. Killing
time like killing fruit flies,
these days collect around
the spoiling rind of your
misery. Be miserable,
wait. Crunch the data,
swallow the hours whole,
find that your life halts until
that number is consumed
or consumes you, until
that digit dissolves
like a fly in the mouth
of a venus fly trap. Be
hungry. Salivate over
seconds. Take seconds.
Portion your dinner
in minutes. Sweet fruitless
time. Lick the empty plate
of every day. Pass the knife,
let the reflection sever you.
You realize you are starving.