hungry in my tummy

i am too tired to read tom robbins, plus i haven't many cigarettes left. i am waiting against a wall in a basement bar for the turks to be done their dinner of coq au vin and vanilla creme brulee and my tummy is wanting for food. it is empty and unsatisfied, swishing with beer. i am wearing a striped shirt today. i think my tummy would like a greasy hamburger with cheese and tomatoes and pickles and mayonnaise. i think that my tummy would like that very much. i think my other parts would like the attention of a person's warm mouth, soft flannet sheets, an unexpected phone call, a big storm with hail, power outages, candles, board games, pot and folk music. and vanilla creme brulee for desert.