appetite

"Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair." - Hobbes

on the day of the picnic we were panicked.

ominous clouds, check.

sudden shortage of clean underwear, check.

absence of suitable blankets, check.

a positive and two negatives.

i'm not sure what it means.

feeling stupid, holding the evian bottle full of orange pop & vodka.

you in your underwear, black and lacy, victorian but sexy.

at that point i was tempted

to reinflate the air mattress and sleep,

but i thought about the creek we saw,

and how the leaves made you say

it was like the first time seeing green,

and us on our knees,

scooping water to our thirsty mouths,

not worrying about anything.