enough

take me home
I have had enough
of hunger

of memories that disperse
overnight
from my stomach to the pores of my skin

like the smell of onions
I do not want joy
from onions

not that golden fragrant song
that rushes to fill
the crevices of my cells

overflowing, receding
and once again
there is the hunger

I have had enough

just bury me
throw dirt over my body
let me grow roots