Something crafted, to feed your soul

Most days you go without.
You can't find it
or you don't have the money
or you know where it is,
but it is beyond your reach.

But you know it's there. Somewhere.
Some days you can feel it, can almost taste it.
Others, it's just a name, a concept
of warm, distant perfection.

But some days you want
-not the thing that feeds your soul, well,
you always want the thing that feeds your soul-
but you want something.
Some. Thing.

Some days you want.
Even if it isn't good for you.
Even if it isn't what you want.
You want.

You want something warm and smooth,
that peculiar tasteless taste,
the look that catches your eye.

And so you give in,
To what you can have.
Instead of what you truly want.
What you know you need.

Until you have had enough
or maybe too much.

Not so much satisfied
as a completed transaction.

Even if it leaves you feeling unsatisfied
and just a little sick.

You want Cowgirl Creamery's Red Hawk,
a real baguette, and decent wine.
You have Velveeta and the remains
of a three dollar bottle of white Shiraz.



This was posted for the first virtual tweetup of #owmykidneys. You know, that fabulous salon on Twitter founded by @leewaters.