If it meets and overcomes a man, it swallows him entire, so that nothing remains. But ever after
it laments him as long as it lives.
Appetite is the star-stuff that
sustains us. You who are man
recognizes this: the sharpness
of hunger, then its violence
overwhelming sense—a moon
cracking the sky open like a fist.
And how does one resolve hunger?
Go forth, find your satiety
in the kill. Our kind only
seems able to understand
remorse. This galaxy always
swollen with it.
Lynn Wang is currently a master’s of fine arts candidate at UC Irvine. She lives in Los Angeles with her dog.
*Photo courtesy of the Library of Congress.
