Hunger

A poem

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I want more memories
of summer swings
and swimming pools
of winter weekends spent reading
and baking cookies
I want memories of things
I never would have had
I am hungry for them.
Ravenous. I would eat them like
handfuls of cake shoved into my mouth
until I can’t consume any more
until I’m sick. Still
not enough. There are
never enough memories
and no more time to make them,
so if I can not have
more than ash spread over
the Pacific, then…