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Squirrel Cheeks

written by: Aurora Kastanias

 

He was famished hunger embodied
To many solely an idea, unempirical concept,
To him a physically painful reality as the groans
Of his stomach became audible to all

Throughout the bar.

Drooling over the glass sandwich counter
Fluttering eyes twitching lips a chicken cutlet
A leaf of salad between two whole grain slices
Of bread enticed his palate awakening instincts.

Three euros and fifty cents he counts the coins
With tangible hope and anticipation until he dares
Timidly catch the bartender’s attention to order
The golden brown feast as he sighs.

Digging in with rotten teeth mastication
Is now the challenge, though he literally bites
Off more than he can chew, he stores pieces
On the sides improvising squirrel cheek pouches,

Grinding as best as he can I ineluctably stare
Cross his regard and smile whilst groans turn
Into pleasure moans of gratitude, to the divine
My guess as he only has himself to thank

For enduring yet another day.

Aurora Kastanias

Aurora Kastanias

Born from a Greek, British, Ghanaian father and a Persian mother, I grew up in Rome, where my parents fled to during the Iranian Revolution. The passion for the art of writing led me to earn a Baccalaureate in Literature, being ever since influenced by French 17th and 18th century authors.
While studying for my BA in Business Administration, at an American University in Rome, I further got enchanted by 19th century existential authors as well as European ‘absurdism’ and the Theatre of the Absurd.
It was only after my MBA that I started writing more seriously, giving space to my true passions. In recent years I have written two existential novels in Italian. In recent months I have started studing astrophysics and writing poems in english, which finally brings me here.
Aurora Kastanias

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