The Hungry Caterpillar Revisited

consuming all that there is in sight
not creating holes in pages
but trying to fill the one inside
the caterpillar desires
food and
alcohol and
tears and
fists of anger and
clothes and
chocolate and
memories and
sleep and
television
she is compulsive
she is compelled
she is driven

until she is sated
crawls under a leaf and
moulting for the last time
weaves herself chrysalis

thus cocooned from the world
she waits

then
so the story goes
she does not die
but emerges imgao
delicate
and graceful
stretches her new wings
and conspicuously flutters into flight