This morning I sat waiting for you to get out of your public speaking class. Whilst rummaging through my purse, I found a package of heart-shaped candies left over from St. Valentines Day. I was hungry. My stomach churned like a cat in an ice-bath. I was hungry and the heart candies were small and shiny like beads. The were smooth, and red and pink. The package opened with a soft crinkle. They were tiny in my hand, and I was so hungry, and your class was so long. I popped the handful of them into my mouth. They were smooth, and round and they tasted like human hearts. The sharp, mineral taste of blood filled my mouth. As I ate them I felt the chewy spring of the sinew against my teeth. It was like like licking a wound. It was like eating a piece of steak, if the steak was raw, and still attached to a live cow. Then your class was over and you wanted to talk about Darfur. I spit out the candies.