Hunger

Crust perfectly crisped and browned like beach bodies crunches succulently in his mouth as juicy tomatoes and melted cheese grace his buds and nostrils and fingers and mind, truly one for truly all, the Italians knew what "collectivistic" meant before the English defined it. He shouts across the plastic table amidst the din of the dining croud, "I dont know, I dont know, she said it was... positive;" as if positive were the worst attribute in the world, worse than "doomed", "diseased", or "burdened"; as if pregnancy weren't a miracle of life but a bane hell bent on destroying it.