Empty cupboard, open up! You great deceiver, temptress of my gut. Beneath your bare shelves lies a dusty cup And now this vacant abyss has widened my rut. I’ve been betrayed by your companions before Pantries, paper bags, and freezers outside But most of all our dear refrigerator. For within her porcelain womb where food … Continue reading “Hungry” A Sonnet by D.A. Gatlin