I haven't had an appetite since the merry month of March when I peed on a stick in a public New York bathroom and found out I was with mammal. Aside from ice cream and anything in the cheese family, my cravings are in the non-food category and consist of the following: gay men

a clear lake

sun with a few clouds

bear tracks

music by Rachmaninoff and Stravinsky

episodes of breaking bad and kitchen nightmares

rained on rocks

the smell of books