One night I built a fire
in my backyard.

I got so lonely
I went in the house,
got two ears of corn,
wrapped them in foil,
placed them in the fire

then tonged them out,
half-hot, unwrapped them
in darkness and ate
kernel by kernel
as if we were best friends,
melted butter dripping
from my mouth.

Isn’t it something
what hunger will do?