Appetite

The body has its own opinions. It does not want what you bought for it, does not want the meal at the hour you decided was the hour. It wants the tea. It wants the window. It wants to sit somewhere and not be asked. You could fill the table and it would push back from it, still hungry for something that is not food. I do not argue with it. I have learned that the argument is never won on the night you want to win it. Later — a cracker, a cold thing from the fridge, a cup held in both hands like evidence. The body will say yes when it is ready. It always does.