““Hunger" Digging into the apple with my thumbs scraping out the clogged nails and digging deeper refusing the moon color. Refusing the smell of memories. Digging in with the sweet jucie running along my hands unpleasantly. Refusing the sweetness. Turning my hands to gouge out chunks. Feeling the jucie sticky on my wrist. The skin itching. Getting to the wooden part. Getting the seeds. Going on. Not taking anyone's word for it. Getting beyond the seeds.””