You never really recover from the hunger. You might think you have, as your life turns yellow and the number 4 hangs above. And when the yellow turns to gold and the 4 becomes 400. But on a counter in your skull there’s a beat-up pan with plain rice. There’s a plate with white bread and peanut butter. And it will never be enough. As you count receipts and plan and stretch and restrict. You know it will never be enough.
Your paw sinks into the snow as you watch. He’s going to leave the booth soon. And although you’ve just eaten, you’re starving. You’re oh so hungry. You pray to his god that this will give you one more day, though you know there’s thousands laid out before you, organized, like receipts on a loft floor. And from this you won’t recover.
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Ryan C. RobertRyan C. Robert is the writer of multiple comedy blogs, most of which are satirical and self-deprecating. He writes about his life in his personal essay series "Before Color," parodies cooking blogs in "Trish's Dishes" and posts writing prompts every single day. Archives
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