poem: rebecca dennison

hunger

an itch below my skin

thoughts jump, scatter, reform

somehow my fingers find their way back to caress the glass

tap and swipe, a familiar pattern

and when the stretch of silence comes

when weariness presses down

and I yield and turn to my bed

a story glows to life in my palm

what do I hunger for

did you know that carrots are sweet

I want a better hunger

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about the writer: rebecca dennison

Rebecca Dennison is a recovering song-writer, rediscovering poetry, song-writing, and creativity, after a 10-year dry spell. She lives in Nagoya, Japan but can currently be found in her home state of Kentucky.

Instagram: rebeccadennison

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