My hunger is always hungry. It devours  my hopes, gobbles my curiosity, gnaws  the insides of my burning belly. I’ve no  energy for school, for friends. I’m worried  my mother and father can’t make ends  meet. Sometimes I think if I could just  silence the thunderous sound my dreams  create, then maybe hunger wouldn’t notice  I’m here, would leave me alone to imagine  an unfettered future, to picture myself  an inventor or a dancer pirouettingRead More >