after weeks of
seeming gluttony
suddenly she's
just not hungry.
a hollow stomach
tells her to eat
while her mind
numbs and
unplans her week.
hollow eyes gaze
heavy lidded
at the birds
the wind, the trees
she mulls over her
dreams, sorting them
like beans, which to
keep, which to toss.
and mourning
seeds never to
nourish, never,
ever to reap.
