Midmorning—you're still sort of
nervous and furtive-
ly gorging
on Hafiz, when—
you suddenly begin
to feel a
little sexy
and shameful
in about-
equal measure;
which, lucky
for you—is the
exact same tingle
as hunger—
so you
smack!
the book
down,
pop-
up
and scramble—
after apples.
And some peanut butter.
