Elegy to the Hungry Years

Simultaneously lamenting and celebrating the early stage of my career that I’m in. Clearly, I was reading   Just Kids   when I wrote this…

Simultaneously lamenting and celebrating the early stage of my career that I’m in. Clearly, I was reading Just Kids when I wrote this…

An elegy to the hungry years:

Starved of love,

But it’s good for the soul, they say—

Not to be satiated at the brush of a hand.

So, when, by some stroke of luck,

Or madness,

Or hard-earned genius,

Your bounty appears…

You’re hungry for it.