To be fair, I’ve been ill, stuck in bed dreaming of all the food I can’t eat. Fried chicken. Pickled cabbage. Celery. Grapefruit. When can I eat again? My tongue’s about to quit, just…jump out of my mouth and into someone else’s, someone who can feed it, let it bathe in gazpacho….
Oh, I want food, and no more pain.
RG Double Ghost 