Want

You know when you want something really bad, but you can't have it? Like when a fat child has had more than his fair share of mashed potatoes, but wants just one more spoonful. Or like when a conservative extremist's friends all pass left without a circle to share his previously unquestioned ideas and all he wants is the world to adopt his fantastical philosophies.

People deal with it differently. I have many friends that shop away their feelings, I know one particularly that eats them down to a dark abyss, but I whimper. I rage contractions on my abs, lift my lower lip above my upper lip and like a lone wolf, I let short bursts of sadness dissolved in air. I fan them toward the bathroom exhaust hoping that it will carry these desires away.