[I. hunger bigger than a slumber]

She use to wake up early, and there’s nothing you can do.

A hunger bigger than a slumber is consuming her tranquillity,

and every you.

“Give it up, Elitza, time to eat, don’t despear, fit it in.

My bowl, I mean.

With food.

Starving here, and your foot, the left, is not that tasty,

Actually, it’s kinda lenten fare,

could have been a blessing, if it was a jelly pop

of meat and rare

type of grass, which I’d call a blast,

if it tasted like the one I tried

this summer at a property of mine,

here, in this town, that doesn’t let itself

be liked.

Up, I say,

or you will see me dark!

I’ll fly into a rage

and would be hard to recognize

my customary face of kindness & polite

disaster…

Love you much, but don’t exhaust me.

*******

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, the fish is dainty (though a half an hour later)!

Morning, sun! My meal is here!

She is finally a working bee

on the table with a cup of coffee,

almonds, may be, or a tea,

and the day’s about to spin.

Let the romp begin!”

/from “Days with Vincy”/

Days with Vincy