we are creatures of lack, you and I we sparkle with it our need is luminous we come to fullness to be filled but leave hungry because we couldn't bear the smell of it the filth we wash in, to cover our scars turning our fingernails black with loathing a table was laid, with fayre too rich for my stomach bloated with fears and delicacies too vivid for a constitution grown accustomed to the scraps of pigs there was a seat for me, but to sit required me to bend my knees there was a fire but to warm my hands assumes they will unclench we are too full of nothing to find room we are creatures of lack, you and I we sparkle with it