I Apologize For My Hunger

I apologize for my hunger, for my inability to relate to your world of inconvenience and hassle when my world fits in a shopping cart.
I apologize for my hunger, taking form in an open palm. For staling appetites and ruining Christmas, I apologize.
I apologize for my hunger, my refusal to let self starve.
For my stubbornness in simply existing and daring to be a human being. For an apology--A Red rose on your pillow and a shit on your carpet. Oh! Thanks for the charity, fuckers.