I’m worried because the two things I need right now do not match; I need sleep and I need to write.

Today I was denied the ability to eat due to a lesson for those more privileged than I.  Hunger is not a lesson I need. I’ve been hungry and unloved and most things in between. I’ve had to make do with flour and cheese for weeks. Gone for runs in graveyards to distract myself from the pain of maternal silence and the noise of need.

Hunger is all too familiar. Hunger is an emotion that triggers me.

Now that I’ve inadequately met one of my needs I’m going to try to more adequately address the other.  Two days until Morocco…

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