you are every color and brushstroke

We crave the things which crawl inside our souls. 

Upon seeing, sensing, hearing, inhaling, smelling, the thing that we will soon crave, it enters us.

Like the penetration of an enclosed space.

An unwanted traveler sometimes prolongs their stay in an unseemly place. 

The things which we crave are not often the things we want to crave. 

Sometimes they nest inside the warmth of your body. the lining of your soul. the underbelly of your hindsight. 

like e. coli in optimal temperature, they grow and cling onto the agar of your mind until there is no place left to cover

the things that we crave are often invasions

they happen so fast

so subtley

that we don’t stop to wonder if the craving is transitory

the things that we crave do not often go away. 

even when we plead for their removal 

something reminds us that the craving is rooted firmly into our hands

our feet our gums our hair the glands beneath our armpits and the backs of our knees

the mesentery of our hearts and intestines

cravings never stop.