Tiger

Locked away from others the growling tiger of our hunger rises.

I sit warily with mine, this tiger, holding it at bay as best as I can.

I fear it, too, this growling tiger that reminds me of my mortality.

Because is not hunger the counterpart to death?

In the void of lockdown boredom I stare it down, this tiger. This hunger.

Then I invite it in, so that I might understand it.

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