hymnals

i have been on my knees in your driveway{തുലാവർഷം} since sunday

Appetite. The old hunger, bone-white, patient as a nurse. It has starved me down to a clean wick, and still I want. You are the first thing I have ever wanted to survive on. Put your mouth to the hollow of me. I will hold very still, like a thing already on the plate.