When you have felt hunger, and been unable to feed it
It creates a hollow in your insides that never goes away.
Even after the years of without, when you no longer need it
still to feel the hunger… the fear of hunger… someday.
So you buy and store in the pantry and cellar and stack
cases of canned goods on the porch and every room in back.
The kitchen cupboards are buckling their hinges, still,
the hollow in your insides compel, Find more crevices to fill!
And to make sure loved ones stay full, never to feel hollow,
Hours spent, to cook meals today that last till tomorrow.
You make too much for dinner every night
and then save in containers every uneaten bite,
until your eating leftovers eight days a week.
The contents in the freezer are considered antique.
The baked chicken tonight is soup and salad tomorrow
and you’re full till you’re sick but your fullness is hollow.
Then you remember as the scrapings are thrown
that in your youth even the marrow of the bone
was picked and chewed till it had no taste
not even the bone was tossed to waste.
The hollow aches and you hesitate
as into pups dish, you scrape the plate.
WoPoLi 
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